Anna Journey, in her new book of poems, Vulgar Remedies, creates an alchemical self whose shimmering limbic / alembic lyrics distill the… — Carol Muske-Dukes Copy Share Image
Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum… — Stephen Chbosky Copy Share Image
She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent.… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Oh,to be walking through Leningrad white night after white night, the dawn to dusk all smelting together like platinum ore, Tatiana thought,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
... But I'm annoying you to no purpose with my arguments. A person whose house is only open on the west can't… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm so glad you're back. We need you here. I mean...Burnett's okay, but...he's not you." Holiday arched a brow. "I hear he… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“Dusk had fallen, While the sky was gray, Red flowers bloomed, And the yellow fade away, Night was to fall, But the… — Neymat Khan 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
The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil In the soft face of a girl: Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor!… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, for ever blest, since here did lie and here with lissom limbs did run beneath the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You said I was your number-one pick." "And you are. In our hearts. Alphabetically, though, Dusk comes before you. — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk. — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk. — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
jukeboxes, radio and television, going from dawn to dusk, help spread the poison of synthetic, artificial, rhythmical noise. — Maria Franziska von Trapp Copy Share Image
I'm loving every second working with the brilliant Kayvan Novak; it's a hoot from dawn to dusk! — Bradley Walsh Copy Share Image
Skateboarding was the only thing I was ever good at. Growing up, I was doing that from, like, dusk till dawn. — D.J. Cotrona Copy Share Image
People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers… — Franz Kafka 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
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
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
Home is the wallpaper above the bed, the family dinner table, the church bells in the morning, the bruised shins of the… — Henry Anatole Grunwald Copy Share Image
After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of… — Gustav Klimt Copy Share Image
How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Dusk" The shadow covers the outer petals The wind makes off with the final gestures of leaves The foreign, now twice-silenced sea… — Alejandra Pizarnik Copy Share Image
He looked at her. 'In order to finish, I'll have to have defeated six Infected, Dusk, and Vengeous himself.' Yeah. So?' The… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a… — Edward Dowden Copy Share Image
![“Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all?…” quote by Truman Capote](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/560/truman-capote-376_beautiful_did-you-ever-in-that-wonderland-wilderne_406275.jpg)
