Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk. — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering". — Flann O'Brien Copy Share Image
I'm loving every second working with the brilliant Kayvan Novak; it's a hoot from dawn to dusk! — Bradley Walsh Copy Share Image
It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk) — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance — Phil Harding Copy Share Image
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“The dusk twilit leaves me tipsy. Rain lashing down to trashed. Moon sailing through dries up snooze. He in spring holds the… — Akshmala Sharma Copy Share Image
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers-… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“The robin brushes me at dusk. Our good bones fail. We leave no mark. His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet.… — Alison Brackenbury Copy Share Image
“This is just the beginning of some kind of end, she said, as if she were speaking to the cloudy aquarelle of… — Pedro Lemebel Copy Share Image
After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of… — Gustav Klimt Copy Share Image
“...somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“By the time dusk fell, he was back in his room. The last of the daylight lay like fine ashes on the… — François Mauriac Copy Share Image
Earthly joy can take but a bat-like flight, always checked, always limited, in dusk and darkness. But the love of Christ breaks… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a… — Edward Dowden Copy Share Image
“The sun has disappeared, and the light there still is, is left in the atmosphere enclosed by the gloomy mist as pools… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
He looked at her. 'In order to finish, I'll have to have defeated six Infected, Dusk, and Vengeous himself.' Yeah. So?' The… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
“The wind was off shore, and only broke the sea's surface in to long, silvery ripples, and sent sheeny shadows flying out… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“These Moments Cascade Upon One Another "Here at shepherd's dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed… — Carew Papritz Copy Share Image
“Odd, the words: ‘while away the time’. How to hold it fast the harder thing. Who is not fearful: where is there… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Speaking of birthdays, our firstborn [recently turned 2]. As parents sometimes fondly do, we reminisced a bit about his early days on… — Malcolm Forbes Copy Share Image
My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Sometimes after dinner, he would walk into the woods that began behind the house. He would stretch down on the ground on… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
“Season late, day late, sun just down, and the sky Cold gunmetal but with a wash of live rose, and she, From… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final… — Megan Rich Copy Share Image
A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
![“Speaking of birthdays, our firstborn [recently turned 2]. As parents sometimes fondly do, we reminisced a bit about his early days on earth-the excitement, the wonder, the fears when we brought him home. His every squeak or squawk we were sure heralded some terrible crisis; I tested the warmth of…” quote by Malcolm Forbes](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/584/malcolm-forbes-1510_attention_speaking-of-birthdays-our-firstborn-rece_2240762.jpg)
