Quotes About Twilight

The light was leaving in the west it was blue The children's laughter sang and skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way its getting late It was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.

was low in the sky, and the woods seemed to be sprouting strange

The brilliant red sphere balanced on the rim of the water like a beach ball. Then it slipped beyond the horizon, leaving the soft haze of twilight behind it.

Such afternoons the buses are crowded into line like elephants in a circusparade. Morningside Heights to Washington Square, Penn Station to Grant's Tomb. Parlorsnakes and flappers joggle hugging downtown uptown, hug joggling gray square after gray square, until they see the new moon giggling over Weehawken and feel the gusty wind of a dead Sunday blowing dust in their faces, dust of a typsy twilight.

The moment of twilight is simply beautiful.

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

Happy are those who don't fear to see the sun go down, but instead look forward to watching the stars come out.

Dans l'obscurité, deux ombres tendent les bras à travers le crépuscule pesant et sans espoir. Leurs mains se rencontrent, et quand la lumière les inonde subitement, on dirait que cent urnes dorées déversent soudain leur contenu ensoleillé.

The witching hour," Daniel always called this time of day. He used to go out in it, every evening, and have a last cigarette as he walked the perimeter of the garden. He liked the moment, he said, when it was neither day nor night, but indefinably both.

The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

As we grow old, that twilight Would illuminate treasure In the fields of memory.

Got here half an hour ago and had a look, eyeballin' it, Sawyer said. It's murder, all right. Tell you something else - the sun went down, and it's as dark as the inside of a horses's ass out here. You're sure? Well, I've never actually been inside a horses's ass.

and when the twilight of that ride is finally upon us, we will look at the trail we have taken and at the signs of our passage. And though our tears will be many, we will know that great lives have been lived, and that our memories will forever bind us together.

It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

Now Kino lay in the cave entrance, his chin braced on his crossed arms, and he watched the blue shadow of the mountain move out across the brushy desert below until it reached the Gulf, and the long twilight of the shadow was over the land.

It is the hour of the pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

I didn't bother to explain about the glitter in my hair. I figured they could think it was a family trait. We all glittered, just like the Cullens in Twilight.

Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.

For existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand, when some trivial incident becomes a springboard for romance. Then a whole promontory of the inaccessible world emerges from the twilight of dream and enters our life, our life in which, like the sleeper awakened, we actually see the people of whom we had dreamed with such ardent longing that we had come to believe that we should never see them except in our dreams

I called her name into the fold between night and day.

You do somethin' for me? Go tell Twink I'll meet her at the old grove Tuesday about dusk-dark." Jody was frozen. He burst out, "I won't do it. I hate her. Ol' yellow-headed somethin'.

trying to establish the boundary between an irresistible impulse and an impulse not resisted was like trying to determine when twilight ended and dusk began.

Moscow has changed. I was here in 1982, during the Brezhnev twilight, and things are better now. For instance, they've got litter. In 1982 there was nothing to litter with.