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
The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering". — Flann O'Brien Copy Share Image
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things? — Anonymous 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
“I’m likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.” — Fennel Hudson 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
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“...somewhere, nearby voices filled with dusk, cabs and panhandlers and one drunken girl screeching like a wounded bird - all of it… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already… — Kathleen Norris Copy Share Image
In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer… — Princess Shikishi Copy Share Image
“Our gardener used to say beware the lure of the dusk, when demons would come out to play in the shadows of… — Dinah Jefferies Copy Share Image
When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones in the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,… — Madison Cawein Copy Share Image
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the… — Allen Tate 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
“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
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
“The dusk light is impossibly bright. Timothy Squire is still pale, casting backwards glances as we run. After we are well free… — John Owen Theobald Copy Share Image
“The wind was off shore, and only broke the sea's surface in to long, silvery ripples, and sent sheeny shadows flying out… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There’s not a night time or day time in this world. It’s always in-between. Like dawn or dusk, without a sun in… — Carlton Mellick III Copy Share Image
“The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“That night she heard the branches tapping against the house and the window frames rattle. She sat alone and thought of the… — James Salter 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 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
“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
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
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson 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
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 has embraced you,hold it tight;it will take you to new beautiful Dawn.” — Rajesh Walecha Copy Share Image
“Outside, the air filled with cricket noise, as the sun reddened in its descent.” — R.J. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“You are dawn and she is midnight. And despite the mist of the half-light, together you see more clearly in the dusk.” — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
“The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.” — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Copy Share Image
The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk. — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel Copy Share Image
