#sunset

Tonight the sun has died like an Emperor ... great scarlet arcs of silk ... saffron ... green ... crimson ... and the blaze of Venus to remind one of the absolute and the infinite ... and along the lower rim of beauty lay the hard harsh line of the hills ... ↗

— John Coldstream

#description #imagery #natural-world #silk #sunset

All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks. ↗

— Gilbert K. Chesterton

#architecture #art #fireworks #great #like

There’s nothing I like better than a beautiful sunset. Except maybe a gorgeous sunrise. And a naked woman painted pink and orange floating through the sky. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humor #sunset #surreal #beauty

Every Friday I used to have about fifty, sixty kids who would wait for me on Sunset Boulevard and I'd take them all to dinner. All runaways. ↗

— Al Lewis

#boulevard #dinner #every #fifty #friday

Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven. ↗

— John Lubbock

#beautiful #gates #heaven #looking #seem

In winter I go skiing on Saturdays and Sundays when the slopes are quieter due to changeover day for tourists, and in summer I hike up into the mountains at sunset, just as the village is settling down to dinner. ↗

— Vanessa Mae

#day #dinner #down #due #go

Two golden hours somewhere between sunrise and sunset. Both are set with 60 diamond minutes. No reward is offered. They are gone forever. ↗

— Horace Mann

#both #diamond #forever #golden #gone

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#air #beauty #better #burn #life

You get in before sunrise and you get out after sunset and you go home, eat and collapse. While you're aware of the ratings, you aren't prepared for the response of the fans. ↗

— Parker Stevenson

#aware #before #collapse #eat #fans

Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it’s over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of song you play over and over and never get sick of hearing. The kind of song he wanted to write for her. But he knew he would never be able to string together the right combination of notes to show her how he really felt. ↗

— Chris Stocking

#beauty #fiction #his-only-star #music #sunset