He fell in love with Manhattan's skyline, like a first-time brothel guest falling for a seasoned professional. He mused over her reflections… — Arthur Phillips Copy Share Image
An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experience trying to the patience, even to… — Katherine Cecil Thurston 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
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild… — R. S. Thomas Copy Share Image
Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
I used to smoke marijuana. But I'll tell you something: I would only smoke it in the late evening. Oh, occasionally the… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk. — William Arthur Ward Copy Share Image
“The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
“Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil. — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already… — Kathleen Norris Copy Share Image
Day offers two equally necessary sacraments - the benediction of morning and the absolution of dusk. In the morning coffee blesses and… — Michael Foley Copy Share Image
Surely no one can be sure he has visited Cienega; people say to themselves, do they not: 'Was it a vision; or… — Haniel Long Copy Share Image
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The setting sun had turned the blue sky a brilliant orange, then soft pink merging to pearl; the plum velvet of night… — Paul Gallico 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
The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
“She was his dawn of bliss He was her dusk of wounds, Each day they came up to See and touch They… — Tanya Gambhir Copy Share Image
The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk. — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Copy Share Image
There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
I was always amazed at how beautiful the light was. At different times of the day the landscape becomes a different place.… — Bill Henson Copy Share Image
