#sunset

I remember having to take detours around the Hollywood sign to avoid having to see this grotesque poster of myself on Sunset Boulevard. ↗

— Rachel Ward

#avoid #boulevard #detours #grotesque #having

I'm feeling pretty good right now, but I hope we can just win the whole thing and I can run off into the sunset and say good-bye. ↗

— David Wells

#good #good-bye #hope #i #i can

There's an element of tongue-in-cheek in every one of our songs. Walking off into the sunset, holding hands, and being married forever was not exactly a brand new idea. ↗

— Peter Noone

#brand #brand new #element #every #exactly

I remember being at Greenblatt's on Sunset, and some guy just walked straight up to me, and he had some bling on and whatever, and said something about a party down in Malibu and asked if I would jump in his car and go to the party. All I could think was, 'Who are you? I don't know you, and I don't care about how good your car is.' ↗

— Yvonne Strahovski

#asked #being #car #care #could

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#aging #color #growth #old-age #peach

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river's flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God... or an artist and a writer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#artist #color #create #creating #creation

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#faith #god #sunset #thought #faith

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies. ↗

— William Faulkner

#life #sunsets #tea #life

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#life

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house. ↗

— Ellen Glasgow

#dusk #sunset #life