Quotes About Twilight

Munira relished twilight as a prelude to that awesome shadow. He looked forward to the unwilled immersion into people, huts, without consciously choosing the links. To choose involved effort, decision, preference of one possibility, and this could be painful. He had chosen not to choose . . .

there's something undoing about the dying light of mid-afternoon.

Twilight ran along the harp's bronze strings and the bard's voice rose and dropped, not unlike the fells to the east, making a twisting, hypnotic rhythm of poised and perfect words.

Before 'Twilight ' occasionally I would get the 'Hey are you that girl from that movie?' but no one knew my first and last name. The fans of the saga are amazing, and it's very flattering.

The room into which Ivan Ivanovich stepped was quite dark, because the shutters were closed and the sunbeam that penetrated through a hole in the shutter was broken into rainbow hues and painted upon the opposite wall a multicolored landscape of thatched roofs, trees, and clothes hanging in the yard, but all upside down. This made an uncanny twilight in the whole room.

Who does not love to wander at twilight, when the light of day and the deep shades of night mingle together in deep coloring?

Bat dünya bat..

Uve?er promatram Veneru, podrobno pratim promjene te lijepe Gospo?ice. Više je volim kao ve?ernju zvijezdu, kada se pojavljuje niotkud, kao za?arana, i spušta za Suncem, Iskra vje?ne svjetlosti. Upravo u Sumrak zbivaju se najzanimljivije stvari, jer tada se zagla?uju jednostavne razlike. Mogla bih živjeti u vje?nom Sumraku." str. 48.

It is at Dusk that the most interesting things occur, for that is when simple differences fade away. I could live in everlasting Dusk.

Love prefers twilight to daylight.

What is it about this twilight hour? Even the sound of a barely perceptible breeze pierces the heart.

Although there is not one moment without longing, still, how strange this autumn twilight is. — Ono no Komachi, The Ink Dark Moon tr. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani (Vintage Classics, 1990)

At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.

In my loving dying heart a twilight is coming, a last ray, gently reproaching. from Stone: 24 By Osip Mandelstam Translated by Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin

She seemed to him like the first twilight of early spring when the trees were well budded out and the robins sat among the blossoms, singing down the sun.

Now at this hour, when the cirrus clouds stretched like crimson ribbons high across the southwest sky, in such a hush that not even a playful eddy dared stir moss or palm fronds, the day died in calm and in beauty.

Some have argued that because of its atypicality, Twilight Struggle is not a "real" wargame, but we will leave such jesuitical distinctions to the message boards.

Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea.

The sun had gone down but the trees and the first houses of Kampos were still glowing with the sunlight they had been storing up since dawn. It seemed to be shining from inside them with the private, interior radiance of summer in Greece that lasts for about an hour after sundown so that the white walls and the tree trunks and the stones fade into the darkness at last like slowly expiring lamps.

Bye Bye , Father,' I said as the confessional door clicked shut behind me, 'Ah's' eyes following me, wondering, I suppose, what He'd been drinking the day he went and made a twilight zone of a disaster like me.

The Chelsea was like a doll's house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe.

The Chelsea was like a doll's house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe. I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive.

It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds.

rounded blue-grey hills that went smoky and purple at dusk before dissolving into the night sky. When we