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
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
“Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes… — Carl Sandburg 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
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
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
“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
“And now, let us go out on the terrace where 'droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,' while the evening star 'washes… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
I used to smoke marijuana. But I'll tell you something: I would only smoke it in the late evening. Oh, occasionally the… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
The swift December dusk had come tumbling clownishly after its dull day and, as he stared through the dull square of the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Dad called this the shadow time. The sun sucks colour from the world, he'd said. He'd taught her to see the softer… — Jackie French Copy Share Image
“The dusk here does not arrive on the shoulders of golden sunsets any more, but on the heels of long, encroaching shadows… — Mirza Waheed Copy Share Image
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious… — Christina Rossetti 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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“If you stand / there long enough the air will thicken / with dusk and dust and exhaust / and finally with… — Philip Levine 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
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“He Said... Your garden at dusk Is the soul of love Blurred in its beauty And softly caressing; I, gently daring This… — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope… — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
“As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
“It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its… — Vicki Covington Copy Share Image
“These streets belong to us because we decided not to punch the time clock. We decided to see what and f*ck is… — Keith Kekic Copy Share Image
The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to… — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
A man could rant and smash and grapple with the State Police, and still the sprinklers whirled at dusk on every lawn… — Richard Yates Copy Share Image
He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
“The setting sun had turned the blue sky a brilliant orange, then soft pink merging to pearl; the plum velvet of night… — Paul Gallico Copy Share Image
I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the… — Emma Thompson Copy Share Image
“What’s next from you? Paintingwise, I mean.” “I don’t know. I’m between things now.” “Dawn between things or dusk between things?” “I… — Chaim Potok Copy Share Image
Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
