He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Life had taught her that we all require big and small lies in order to survive, just as much as we need… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
I have heard that if you pull a bent breath through the second hole of a harmonica tuned to the key of… — Buddy Wakefield 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 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
“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
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
“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 is a between place. The trees know it. It happens at dusk at that perfect moment between light and dark, when… — John Mantooth 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
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
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
What is Music? How do you define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is… — Sergei Rachmaninoff Copy Share Image
Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Edge of Things" I wait at the twilit edge of things, A dry spell spilling over into drought, The slippages of shadow… — Eric Pankey Copy Share Image
“Dusk, suggesting the almost imperceptible posession of giant trees, settled with a purple haze about the cane. I felt strange, as I… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The dim grass stirs with your footstep, The blue dusk throbs with your smile; I and the world of glory Are one… — Rosamund Marriott Watson 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
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
“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
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
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
“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
