#sunset

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

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#impermanence #sunsets #beauty

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#deception #los-angeles #make-believe #smog #southern-california

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #good-taste #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn’t outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business. ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#grapes #sauvignon-blanc #sunset #teller #weisel

Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colors [and then] retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper. ↗

— Adriaan Kortlandt

#nature #sunset #beauty

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #guilt #minutes-before-sunset #paranormal #romance

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#ocean #sea #sky #sunset #dreams

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

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#faith #god #sunset #thought #faith