#suns

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#lost-love #sunset #love

I am the sunrise of sunsets, and I make love like noon at midnight.
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— Jarod Kintz

#midnight #noon #sunrise #sunsets #love

Love was a damaging mistake and its accomplice,hope, a trecherous illusion".. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#love

Love is like trying to wrestle an albino. It’s tough because they’re slippery and all lubed up with sunscreen.
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— Jarod Kintz

#albino #love #lube #slip #slippery

After 50 years together as a couple: "Look how fast the leaves are falling now," Alan says. "The trees will be bare in a couple of days. Do you realize that we have watched the leaves fall together for more than fifty autumns?" I stand quietly, looking at Alan, letting his words sink in. I am suddenly so moved. ↗

— Norman Sunshine

#double-life #love-story #norman-sunshine #life

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing. ↗

— Dan Simmons

#beauty-in-nature #flowers #summer #sunlight #sunshine

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them. ↗

— Jo Walton

#nature #sunrise #sunset #nature

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#sunset #nature

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

— Harlan Coben

#death

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#sunset #light