“Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I’m likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.” — Fennel Hudson Copy Share Image
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come. — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.” — Ed Gorman Copy Share Image
When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken, Dance with me, dance with me into the colors… — Ben Harper Copy Share Image
“The sun had set, but a faint pastel haze lingered in the mid-summer sky.” — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
A good day is one where I can not just read a book, but write a review of it. Maybe today I'll… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“If you stand / there long enough the air will thicken / with dusk and dust and exhaust / and finally with… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
The writing of poetry is a chancy business, it's currency solitude and loss, its tools coffee and too much wine, its hours… — Keith Miller Copy Share Image
“Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That I'd… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed… — Kiran Desai Copy Share Image
“I turn my back and look out to sea, the sun so low and molten that my eyes fill with tears, and… — Harriet Lane 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
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
“In winter darkness, the Baghdad Arabian keen blue deepness of the piercing lovely January winter's dusk--it used to tear my heart out,… — Jack Kerouac 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
... 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
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
Courage~ What makes the flag on the mast to wave? What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
“Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe, with a pensive and latent… — P.S. Baber Copy Share Image
“By evening, when the winds rose yet again, the power began to stutter at half-strength, and the sirens to fail. From those… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is light that reveals, light that obscures, light that communicates. It is light I "listen" to. The light late in the… — John Sexton 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 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
A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final… — Megan Rich Copy Share Image
