“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
The glories and the beauties of form, color, and sound unite in the Grand Canyon - forms unrivaled even by the mountains,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
I've decided that if I had my life to live over again, I would not only climb more mountains, swim more rivers,… — Brennan Manning Copy Share Image
And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn," he said, lowering his voice again and narrowing his eyes and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“He sighed and bowed deeply. “Sundari. I was standing here thinking nothing could be more beautiful than this sunset tonight, but I… — colleen houck Copy Share Image
My mother taught me this trick: if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning, for example homework homework… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When we live without listening to the timing of things, when we live and work in twenty-four-hour shifts without rest – we… — Wayne Muller Copy Share Image
“Sunset, oh sunset, who took the years of my youth. Today you're hiding, maybe last year didn't go so smooth. I've got… — Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache Copy Share Image
Every sunset which I witness inspires me with the desire to go to a west as distant and as fair as that… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“The garden shimmered with candlelight from dozens of sweetly scented beeswax tapers set around to illuminate the space. In the center stood… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
All this knowledge of the objective world is of no value in comparison to having a little glimpse of the inner sky… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
I've always been a bit repelled by "Sunset Boulevard", which is wrong about almost everything it touches, whether it's fame, Hollywood, screenwriters,… — William Monahan Copy Share Image
They sped by a pack of sea lions lounging on the docks, and she swore she saw an old homeless guy sitting… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
I've always had a love affair with New York City, and I've threatened to get an apartment there one day. But it… — Steve Antin Copy Share Image
“But as long as we all practice kindness wherever we go and don’t stop to wonder at this a so marvellous and… — Ryan Gelpke Copy Share Image
In one of the Upanishads it says, when the glow of a sunset holds you and you say 'Aha,' that is the… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
It seems far simpler to go ahead and say that the epic is a fantastic myth, that happens to be true of… — Ursula Goodenough Copy Share Image
"We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
If I have a hope, it's that God sat over the dark nothing and wrote you and me, specifically, into the story… — Donald Miller Copy Share Image
“Every sunset is my world turning. Every season is good and offers its bounty to me. Every moment is mine to embrace… — Candy Paull Copy Share Image
“ADIEU The glimmer farther away than the head The heart-skip On the slope where the air rolls its voice The spokes of… — Pierre Reverdy Copy Share Image
“It was a glorious evening, the sun seeming to hesitate in the process of setting, as if it couldn't bear to end… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
At the end of the day, no amount of investing, no amount of clean electrons, no amount of energy efficiency will save… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Association is the delight of the heart, not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds,… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Faith has its price. When misfortune strikes the true believer, he assumes he has done something to deserve punishment, but isn't quite… — Jack McDevitt Copy Share Image
I grew up looking at the Sunset Strip, literally. The things that I remember are the Rainbow Room, the Roxy, the Bizarries,… — Adam Shankman Copy Share Image
“So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a leaky boat. Well,… — Cuthbert Soup Copy Share Image
Getting dragged, kicking and screaming out of the ring, begging for mercy from whomever it is that fires me, and never be… — Chris Jericho Copy Share Image
Just as, in travel, one may miss seeing the sunset because one cannot find the ticket-office or is afraid of missing the… — Iris Origo Copy Share Image
“Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones… — Edwin Arlington Robinson Copy Share Image
