Dusk Quotes

Quotes tagged as "dusk" (showing 1-30 of 58)
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

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

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

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

“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

“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

Kamand Kojouri
“Why didn't you write all this time?
Did you not remember us in a song?
A dance?
In the skies littered with stars?
Did you not get drunk?

Why didn’t you write all this time?
Did you not remember us in a film?
A book?
In idyllic dusks and dawns?
Did you not get high?

It is good that you didn't.
For all is well.
I am drunk and dazed.
I have already forgotten you
and your bewitching ways.”
Kamand Kojouri

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

Fennel Hudson
“Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.”
Fennel Hudson, Traditional Angling - Fennel's Journal - No. 6

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

“She was his dawn of bliss
He was her dusk of wounds,
Each day they came up to
See and touch
They couldn't stay for long
But they looked perfect together ~”
Tanya Gambhir

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

Karen Swan
“It was dusk and the light had an ultra-violet quality to it, a final burst of pigmentation as night and day rushed at each other in a clash of colour prisms before darkness finnaly, inevitably won out.”
Karen Swan, Christmas in the Snow

Stan Jacobs
“Evenings and mornings represent “the gates” to your inner universe. Taking care of how you enter and exit these “gates” is your primary responsibility; do not give away this power. Once you master it, life will never be the same again.”
Stan Jacobs, The Dusk And Dawn Master: A Practical Guide to Transforming Evening and Morning Habits, Achieving Better Sleep, and Mastering Your Life

“Be still my little light beam,
As I breathe life into your heart,
By giving you the essence of color,
To show off your blossoming heart.
In its red gentleness,
I see your flickering flame,
And then I see your body,
Glowing in the dusk.
Ever so gently,
You do but come to life,
For me to see your entirety,
For me,
It’s the color of love.”
Anthony T. Hncks

“Dusk had fallen,
While the sky was gray,
Red flowers bloomed,
And the yellow fade away,
Night was to fall,
But the sun had to stay,
Moon of fourteen,
For the lover had to pray,
Life gave up hope,
Yet the heart had to say,
Lover wrote a letter,
But the pigeon lost it's way.”
Neymat Khan

R.J.  Lawrence
“The sun had set, but a faint pastel haze lingered in the mid-summer sky.”
R.J. Lawrence, The Fortunate Only

“Pink is as sensual as the rays of the setting sun.”
Anthony T. Hincks

John Berryman
“There was a time that crepuscular was mild,
The hour for tea, acquaintances, and fall
Away of day's difficulties, all
Discouragement. Weep, you are not a child.”
John Berryman, The Heart Is Strange: Revised Edition
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R.J.  Lawrence
“Outside, the air filled with cricket noise, as the sun reddened in its descent.”
R.J. Lawrence, The Fortunate Only

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

Georges Rodenbach
“He felt alone, prey to the tedium, to the dreariness of time, especially at the approach of twilight which, during those late-autumn days, came in through the windows, settling on the furniture with a leaden pallor, sending the mirrors into mourning at light's farewell ...”
Georges Rodenbach, The Bells of Bruges

Talismanist Giebra
“There is something about this wine and a jungle river at dusk when thirsty animals approach to drink. Over there you’ll find some philosophical beginnings…”
Talismanist Giebra, Talismanist: Fragments of the Ancient Fire. Philosophy of Fragmentism Series.

Stan Jacobs
“To become a true Master of your Days and Nights you need to master your Dusks and Dawns at the same time.”
Stan Jacobs, The Dusk And Dawn Master: A Practical Guide to Transforming Evening and Morning Habits, Achieving Better Sleep, and Mastering Your Life

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

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