Apricot Quote by Helen Hodgman

“The sun was now in its death throes, bruising the sky a coiling purple and orange.”

— Harlan Coben

“The clouds were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked to me like they had…

— Jonathan Lethem

“The sun is setting fast. The colors die. They shift from purple to dried blood, from nacre to bister, from cool dead grays to…

— Henry Miller

“The sun was really rising, taking the temperature up with it, hot shards of searing light coming over the treetops to stab at everything…

— Leonard Mokos

“…when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange.”

— Jeanette Winterson

“The sun still, surprisingly, came up and shone down onto the cold, metal leftovers. No loud noises. No screams. No breaking glass. Just silence…

— pleasefindthis

“The sky peeled back for a moment, and a weak ray of sunset spilled over the scene like the diseased eye of some forgetful…

— Luis Alberto Urrea

“Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the…

— George Orwell

“The shadows were really long on the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and…

— R.J. Palacio

“A dingily bilious sun was seeping through a tent of black clouds. Passersby, spitefully elbowing elbows, were rushing along the pavement. People thronging the…

— Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

“The sun had bled away every smell and left nothing.”

— Stephen King

“It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn…

— Lauren Oliver