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
Blessings are on falling dewdrops during dawn; melts away in dusk; Kiss again at night. BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI — WILLIAMSJI MAVELI Copy Share Image
“Dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.” — Simon Raven Copy Share Image
Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.” — William Blake 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
I'm loving every second working with the brilliant Kayvan Novak; it's a hoot from dawn to dusk! — Bradley Walsh Copy Share Image
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk) — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
“Friday dusk becomes Friday evening. The park is feverish with life. A young Asian man screams into his mobile phone, not stopping… — Craig Stone 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
“There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and… — Walter de la Mare 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
And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
My father kept me busy from dawn to dusk when I was a kid. When I wasn't pitching hay, hauling corn or… — Bob Feller Copy Share Image
“Trying to attain the inaccessible might be a pure waste of time. Still, however, the blunt attempt to challenge the ultimate hurdles… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
I know something of shame...How can we not all feel it? We are all small-minded people, creeping about the earth grubbing for… — Helen Simonson Copy Share Image
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I found myself at dusk in the bewitching Roman city of Jerash with H.M. Queen Rania of Jordan one year, and scrambling… — Hamish Bowles Copy Share Image
I like the fog that creeps over the whole city every night about five, and the warm protective feeling it gives...and lights… — Irene Dunne Copy Share Image
“The Eliots found it a queer sort of evening - a transition evening. Hitherto the Herb of Grace had been to them… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
“Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the… — Charles Nodier Copy Share Image
“These Moments Cascade Upon One Another "Here at shepherd's dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed… — Carew Papritz Copy Share Image
“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a… — Gail Honeyman Copy Share Image
“It was late afternoon and the last remnants of the day were fading. The sky was slowly changing color, and as I… — Nicholas Sparks 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
“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
