Dusk Quotes

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J.K. Rowling
“Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Charles Baudelaire
“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

Crystal Woods
“A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.”
Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 3

“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”
Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense

Ed Gorman
“There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.”
Ed Gorman, Everybody's Somebody's Fool

Elizabeth Gaskell
“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

Simon Raven
“...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.”
Simon Raven

Stephen King
“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.”
Stephen King, The Running Man

“EVENTIDE

Dark and light
striking
each other,
vividly etching wild colors
through the horizon.

The charm of sunset
makes me want
to scurry home.”
Tara Estacaan

“As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a leaky boat. Well, except for that fact that boats are not generally round, orange and on fire. Hmm. Come to think of it, in no way whatsoever did the sun, in this instance, resemble a leaky boat. My apologies. That was a dreadful attempt at simile. Please allow me to try again.
As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a self-luminous, gaseous sphere comprised mainly of of hydrogen and helium.”
Cuthbert Soup, A Whole Nother Story

Charles Nodier
“Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the tree-tops); scarcely has the last glint still dancing on the burnished metal heights of the tall towers ceased to fade, like a still glowing coal in a spent brazier, which whitens gradually beneath the ashes, and soon is indistinguishable from the abandoned hearth, than a fearful murmur rises amongst them, their teeth chatter with despair and rage, they hasten and scatter in their dread, finding witches everywhere, and ghosts. It is night... and Hell will gape once more.”
Charles Nodier, Smarra & Trilby

Ellen Glasgow
“The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.”
Ellen Glasgow, The Shadowy Third

Regina McBride
“This is my favorite time of the day. Light and dark touch for a few moments. [...] I used to wish dusk would last longer, but its quickness seems to add to making it special.”
Regina McBride, The Nature of Water and Air

Shweta Grewal
“You remind me of dusk, so beautiful yet so sad.”
Shweta Grewal, Who are you stranger?

Jack Kerouac
“Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom....”
Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

Chuck Wendig
“Moon in the sky, stars out, the wide-open expanse of nothing: it made him feel free and alive as the daytime never did.”
Chuck Wendig, Wanderers

H.G. Wells
“You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk, even the breeze stops in the trees. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness.”
H.G. Wells , The Time Machine

Walter de la Mare
“There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom.

("Out Of The Deep")”
Walter de la Mare, Great Tales of Terror and the Supernatural

Angie Thomas
“It's that time between day and night when the sky looks like it's on fire and mosquitoes are on the hunt.”
Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

Steven Sherrill
“There is a certain quality of light to be found only in midsummer in the South, as day, slipping into dusk, acquiesces to the filament, the bulb, the porch light; this seductive light is beautiful when it washes across dry cement, the sidewalk and stoop. The light spilling from the phone booth softens and cleanses all that it touches. It's a forgiving and almost protective light. The Minotaur is drawn to it from across the parking lot.”
Steven Sherrill, The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break

Gail Honeyman
“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a moon and a sun sitting high in a sky that was sugar almond pink and shot with gold. The birds were singing valiantly against the coming night, swooping over the greens in long, drunken loops. The air was grassy, with a hint of flowers and earth, and the warm, sweet outbreath of the day sighed gently into our hair and over our skin. I felt like asking Raymond whether we should keep walking, walk over the rolling greens, keep walking till the birds fell silent in their bowers and we could see only by starlight. It almost felt like he might suggest it himself.”
Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“Are you, then, the god of white people, and if we who are brown worship You, do we receive your blessings as white men do?

I pray that You be not white, that You be without color and that You be in all men because goodness cannot be encased only in white.”
F Sionil Jose

Steven Sherrill
“It is Tuesday, near dusk. Night creeps in and strips colors from the scene. Everything is purplish. There have been many Tuesdays in the Minotaur‘s life. He wonders how this one will end.”
Steven Sherrill, The Minotaur Takes His Own Sweet Time

Alan Hollinghurst
“Outside, beyond where the light from our window fell, there was a deep inner well. The roof in which these rooms were built dropped steeply away, and facing us across the void were other similar dormers, unlit, their windows open into shadowy stillness. Above the roofline the sky was amorously transformed by the pink glare of the London dusk.”
Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming-Pool Library

“To mourn the unexpected death
Of a thousand fetuses,
I fire up the yellow dusk,
and watch the time standing motionless.”
Geeta Tripathee

Aspen Matis
“We walked back to his revived house in tender silence, the dry gold land freckled with young pines and red flowers.”
Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

Elizabeth Goudge
“The cathedral towered over it all, benignly great in this quiet weather, the sound of the bells falling gently from the height of the Rollo tower. At evening, when dusk fell, men looked up and saw light shining from the windows of the choir and heard music, for the choristers were practicing for the carol service. Michael seemed dreaming. So many Christmases had gone since he had stood here looking out to the edge of the world, looking down at the city, looking up to heaven. So many Christmas Eves he had stood waiting through hours of snow and storm, of wind and rain or of rapt stillness bright with moon and stars, waiting for the mid-course of the night when he should lift his fist and strike out on the great bell the hour of man's redemption.”
Elizabeth Goudge, The Dean's Watch

A.D. Aliwat
“There can be great joy before the night.”
A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

Dante Alighieri
“It was that hour that turns seafarers' longings homeward- the hour that makes their hearts grow tender upon the day they big sweet friends farewell...”
Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio

Munia Khan
“If we lose our clocks and watches, the crimson sky of twilight will remind us
of the time of dusk, and the phases of the moon will never fail to
be our monthly adviser.”
Munia Khan, Attainable

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