That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk) — Darren Shan 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
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
BELIEVE that even in the darkest of dusk, light will always shine through no matter how small it may seem. — Heart To Heart Thoughts Copy Share Image
“I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving… — Atticus Poetry 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
In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm… — Anonymous 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
I mean, it is an extraordinary thing that a large proportion of your country and my country, of the citizens, never see… — David Attenborough Copy Share Image
The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through… — F. Scott Fitzgerald 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
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
“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
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
“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
“The dim grass stirs with your footstep, The blue dusk throbs with your smile; I and the world of glory Are one… — Rosamund Marriott Watson Copy Share Image
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon… — Jack Kerouac 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
“There’s not a night time or day time in this world. It’s always in-between. Like dawn or dusk, without a sun in… — Carlton Mellick III 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
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 last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy… — Jean-Dominique Bauby 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
December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries.… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
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