“The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
I feel like an aeroplane at the end of its flight, in the dusk, with the petrol running out, in search of… — Winston Churchill 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
“The window had gone a clear lit purple, dusk that looked like thunder. Fine clouds shifted, restless.” — Tana French Copy Share Image
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor… — Antonio Porchia Copy Share Image
When I found out about the audition, I knew that I was going in for 'From Dusk Till Dawn,' but I actually… — Madison Davenport Copy Share Image
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“The Dusk follows you as you go through it. If it touches you, you cease to exist, so one wrong turn down… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like its a lost battle. You put your defenses down and await the… — Rose Hathway Copy Share Image
Human rights are not a privilege granted by the few, they are a liberty entitled to all, and human rights, by definition,… — Kay Granger Copy Share Image
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
I reached this level by sheer dint of hard work, toiling away at scores of tricks and experiments. I used to play… — Zinedine Zidane Copy Share Image
“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be.… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
“Dusk, I realized, is just an illusion, because the sun if either above the horizon or below it. And that means that… — Nicholas Sparks 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
I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
If... we choose death rather than true life, God does not take away the power that He gave us. And not only… — Gregory Palamas Copy Share Image
My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Speaking of birthdays, our firstborn [recently turned 2]. As parents sometimes fondly do, we reminisced a bit about his early days on… — Malcolm Forbes Copy Share Image
“Odd, the words: ‘while away the time’. How to hold it fast the harder thing. Who is not fearful: where is there… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Season late, day late, sun just down, and the sky Cold gunmetal but with a wash of live rose, and she, From… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
“Sometimes after dinner, he would walk into the woods that began behind the house. He would stretch down on the ground on… — Ayn Rand 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
“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
“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
“the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.” — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image