Quotes About Nightfall

El anochecer siempre era una hora pésima par alas decisiones. la llegada de la noche esparcía sombras por doquiera, y los ánimos se hundían, preñados de pesimismo.

Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

Each day the storm clouds were opening like great purple flowers and pouring out their dark thunder. Each nightfall, the storm was laid down on their houses like a burden the day had carried.

Night-time is being brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

He leaned against the writing desk and stayed there till nightfall, lost in sorrowful thoughts. After all, she had loved him.

Then, one by one, they went away, for night was falling on the storm, wrapping in shadows the raging ocean and all the battling elements.

Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.

No, era un viejo borracho, tirado en el suelo, en un anochecer, entre sus propios olores, ajeno, desde hacía rato, a la enorme realidad; un viejo que dormía al sereno, y al que buscarían, con faroles, inútilmente, para la cena.

We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh. Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale. I had for dinner, or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (Mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called paprika hendl, and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.

I did a film called 'Nightfall,' based on Isaac Asimov life, which was directed by an American director. However it was a short film.

Then and Now In younger days each morning I rose with joy, To weep at nightfall; now, in my later years, Though doubting I begin my day, yet Always its end is serene and holy.

From the surface of the Earth the Sun would have seemed to be flickering, as in a time-lapse movie. So there was a time when sunlight first broke through the dust pall, when the Sun, Moon and stars could first be noticed had there been anyone there to see them. There was a first sunrise and a first nightfall.

Nightfall. "What a strange word. 'Night' I get. But 'fall' is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesn't fall here. It comes slamming down.

His descent was like nightfall.

In the evening darkness doesn't really fall, it rises. When

In classic noir fiction and film, it is always hot. Fans whirr in sweltering hotel rooms, sweat forms on a stranger's brow, the muggy air stifles - one can hardly breathe. Come nightfall, there is no relief, only the darkness that allows illicit lovers to meet, the trusted to betray, and murderers to act.

Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe.

Suspiré.Nos amparaba el anochecer y aquel silencio de abandono que une a los extraños, y me sentí con valor de decir cualquier cosa, aunque fuese por última vez.

Suspirei.Amparava-nos o anoitecer e aquele silêncio de abandono que une os estranhos,e senti-me com coragem para dizer que não importava o quê,mesmo que fosse pela última vez.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Yet after night fall most any layover here, it seemed that they ended up cruising the bleak arterials of dismal L.A. backwaters, seeking out of some helpless fatality the company of lowlifes of opportunity.

After nightfall the face of the country seems to alter marvelously, and the clear moonlight only intensifies the change. The river gleams like running quicksilver, and the moonbeams play over the grassy stretches of the plateaus.… The Bad Lands seem to be stranger and wilder than ever.…—THEODORE ROOSEVELT, Hunting Trips of a Ranchman

Even the leftover carats of tar in the gutter, so black they seemed to suck the light out of the air. By nightfall kids had come across them: every sidewalk on the block was scribbled with obscenities and hearts.

In ein altes Stammbuch Immer wieder kehrst du Melancholie, O Sanftmut der einsamen Seele. Zu Ende glüht ein goldener Tag. Demutsvoll beugt sich dem Schmerz der Geduldige Tönend von Wohllaut und weichem Wahnsinn. Siehe! es dämmert schon. Wieder kehrt die Nacht und klagt ein Sterbliches Und es leidet ein anderes mit. Schaudernd unter herbstlichen Sternen Neigt sich jährlich tiefer das Haupt.