...in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds…

Late upon the third day, at the very moment when, at sunset . . . there flashed upon my mind, unforseen and unsought, the…

— Albert Schweitzer

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

— Rabindranath Tagore

Eventually everything fails me, but when I look at the sunset or the sky, I'm reminded what it's like to be alive.

— Jon Foreman

Late on the third day, at the very moment when, at sunset, ..., there flashed upon my mind, unforeseen and unsought, the phrase “Ehrfurcht…

— Albert Schweitzer

“Even so long after sunset, the sky in the west was touched with feather-strokes of crimson and black. The wind was blowing from the…

— Cassandra Clare

“He looks up at her, and behind her, at the sky, which holds more stars than he ever has seen at one time, crowded…

— Jhumpa Lahiri

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset…

— Rabindranath Tagore

“In The Sunset Sky The sunset sky dazzling with the golden hues, Taking bow in brilliant sparkle of experience Is it not a climax,…

— Soma Mukherjee

Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet; a happy marriage has the tranquillity of a lovely sunset.

— Ann Landers

It's a long, slow sunset for ink-on-paper magazines, but sunsets can produce vast sums of money.

— Felix Dennis

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I love going to the beach and just sitting and watching the sunset by myself.

— Tayshia Adams

Figures dark beneath their loads pass down the far bank of the river, rendered immortal by the streak of sunset upon their shoulders

— Peter Matthiessen

The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real.…

— Richard Bach

It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it…

— Carl Sagan