I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” he asked smiling…

...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

— Nicholas Sparks

“How sad if we allow our hearts to wane And obscure our joy with enduring pain While all things, good or bad, indisputably go…

— Joan Marques

“He froze, becoming stone still. As the hover climbed the hill to the palace, his shoulders sank, and he returned his gaze to the…

— Marissa Meyer

“The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.…

— Ian McEwan

“The next thing I knew, I was sprawled in the traffic circle, coughing and gasping as a tower of fire roared into the evening…

— Rick Riordan

“Lovingly, yet sadly withal, does our evening sky bend over and meet the earth in the distance. It casts a mournful light on the…

— Rabindranath Tagore

“I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky.”

— Ally Condie

“After a minute I leaned back, elbows on the table, and looked up for the twinkle of the first star in the evening sky.…

— Jessi Kirby

“Despite the enormous evening sky spreading over most of the canvas, its moon no more than a tarnished coin, dull and flat, in a…

— Linda Pastan

“He’d been toting it, and checking it, and packing and unpacking, all the way since fate was on the river - that’s how long…

— John Clellon Holmes

If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the…

— Anonymous

“All uncleanness seems washed clean in its lonely stretches ; the life-giving sun and ardent air must still bring singular joy, the eager morning…

— Mabel Loomis Todd

The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky.

— Elizabeth Oakes Smith

The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder…

— Hannah Flagg Gould

There would have to be bread, some rich, whole-grain bread and zwieback, and perhaps on a long, narrow dish some pale Westphalian ham laced…

— Rainer Maria Rilke