i stood and watched the final sunset as the world was…

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight…

— Jorge Luis Borges

“Death Vision I think it’s a multiplication of sight, Like after a low hovering autumn rain When the invisible web of funnel weaves And…

— Pattiann Rogers

“Allow the light to fall across you. Shadow or sunlight. Allow it to define your shape. In its way. Another day it may be…

— Jay Woodman

And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly feel something…

— Edward Hirsch

“Fall" Fall, falling, fallen. That’s the way the season Changes its tense in the long-haired maples That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves…

— Edward Hirsch

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you…

— Jean Rhys

We recognize that we cannot survive on meditation, poems and sunsets. We are restless. We have an irresistible urge to dip our hands into…

— Samuel Florman

Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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