“Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You said I was your number-one pick." "And you are. In our hearts. Alphabetically, though, Dusk comes before you. — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“They blinked in the dusk of the setting sun, a reminder that light was a recurring state.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“If you don't look before the dusk and beyond the dawn, you won't be able to see the sun. (Soar)” — Soar Soaring-Words.com Copy Share Image
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“From flame to ashes, dawn to dusk, for the rest of our lives, be mine always, Desmond Flynn.” — Laura Thalassa Copy Share Image
It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk. — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
“The sun was still out, wouldn’t even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that “magic hour”… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“when she looked at him here in the dusk, her first and overwhelming desire, if one could call it that, was to… — Alaa Alghamdi Copy Share Image
“The moon is more interesting than the unchanging sun. That is surely why it is used in poetry and the sun is… — Liza Dalby Copy Share Image
“ Autumn Dusk I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far,… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
jukeboxes, radio and television, going from dawn to dusk, help spread the poison of synthetic, artificial, rhythmical noise. — Maria Franziska von Trapp Copy Share Image
“It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins. ("New… — Cornell Woolrich Copy Share Image
Prometheus, I have no Titan's might, Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart, For daytime's vulture talons tear apart The… — Philip Jose Farmer Copy Share Image
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The dusk here does not arrive on the shoulders of golden sunsets any more, but on the heels of long, encroaching shadows… — Mirza Waheed Copy Share Image
“Dad called this the shadow time. The sun sucks colour from the world, he'd said. He'd taught her to see the softer… — Jackie French Copy Share Image
People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
I have heard that if you pull a bent breath through the second hole of a harmonica tuned to the key of… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
Life had taught her that we all require big and small lies in order to survive, just as much as we need… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“It was late afternoon and the last remnants of the day were fading. The sky was slowly changing color, and as I… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
“The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
“In winter, the air is clear enough to drink, and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share Image
“The fall of dusk upon the Egyptian scene is an unforgettable event, an event of unearthly beauty. Everything is transformed in colour… — Paul Brunton Copy Share Image
“Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the… — Charles Nodier Copy Share Image
“The Eliots found it a queer sort of evening - a transition evening. Hitherto the Herb of Grace had been to them… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
