#sunset

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

I watched the sunset from the comfort of my bathtub, which has a clear bottom so I had an unobstructed view. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#bathtub #sunset #life

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

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

Practically any Western has a homesteader in trouble, and a mysterious rider shows up off the range, solves the problem over two or three days, and then rides off into the sunset. ↗

— Lee Child

#days #into #mysterious #off #over

And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#breezes #child #dreaming #poetry #sunsets