Quote by Henry Miller

“The sun is rising, a rusty color, the color of old blood, and I’m so”

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Jeanette Winterson

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

— Harlan Coben

“The sun’s well up now and the sky as blue as fresh meat.”

— Patrick Ness

“The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down…

— Helen Hodgman

“The rising sun is red, and also red at setting. The great will look the same in good times and in bad.”

— A.N.D. Haksar

“Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.”

— Karen Chance

“The night starts to drift in. The crimson fingers of the dyin sun bleed into gray. The first stars blink down at us. Not…

— Moira Young

“nodded to the birds, a dozen of them in a black line, wise-eyed and watching. The town-square ran red. Blood in the gutters, blood…

— Mark Lawrence

“Good god, how didn't I notice that before the earth breathes and its colors are constantly changing? Is that what you want to know?”

— Paulo Coelho

“I'm walking walking walking to where the sun is setting. I'm looking at it and wanting to catch it in my hand and to…

— uzodinma iweala

“They will pass away just as surely as the sun sets in the evening.”

— Anonymous