The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come. — Cesare Pavese 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
“Dusk is a good hour––harder to see details, but there is not so much suspicion as at night.” — Beatriz Wiliams Copy Share Image
And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left… — Neil Gaiman 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
“There was a time that crepuscular was mild, The hour for tea, acquaintances, and fall Away of day's difficulties, all Discouragement. Weep,… — John Berryman Copy Share Image
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Apparently my street has a leaf blower gang who tag team all day, so the sounds of the leaf blower are forever… — Bob Saget Copy Share Image
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the… — Mary Hunter Austin Copy Share Image
That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always… — Deborah Harkness 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
“Each day begins uncertain amidst the calm & the void. We ask ourselves what it brings awaiting the small moments of self… — R.M. Engelhardt Copy Share Image
“Long shadows of evening creep up the walls, inching closer. Gradually, they reach fully across us, holding us in the stillness that… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“Why didn't you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a song? A dance? In the skies littered with… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Sophie picked her way through the forest, stepping over tree roots, and pushing aside low-lying branches, letting them snap back behind her… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He felt alone, prey to the tedium, to the dreariness of time, especially at the approach of twilight which, during those late-autumn… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
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
what makes us so afraid is the thing we half see, or half hear, as in a wood at dusk, when a… — Edna O'Brien 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
Human beings don't show, any more than cities at dusk, their real necessities! And yet if you looked -- past the circle… — Phyllis Bottome 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
So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the… — Sara Teasdale 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
Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch,… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in… — Jack Gilbert Copy Share Image
A person with normal eyesight would have nothing to know in the way of 'Impressionism' unless he were in a blinding light… — John Singer Sargent Copy Share Image
I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to… — Steven Millhauser Copy Share Image
Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the… — Christopher Paolini 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
I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the… — Emma Thompson Copy Share Image
A man could rant and smash and grapple with the State Police, and still the sprinklers whirled at dusk on every lawn… — Richard Yates Copy Share Image
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from… — Anthony Kiedis 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
