#sunset

I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night. ↗

— Erin McCarthy

#romantic #sunset #vegas-vampires #romantic

SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#evening #evenings #heaven #light #lights

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#admire #beauty #creator #expands #i

What description of clouds and sunsets was to the old novelist, description of scientific apparatus and methods is to the modern Scientific Detective writer. ↗

— Hugo Gernsback

#clouds #description #detective #methods #modern

I don't know what you could say about a day in which you have seen four beautiful sunsets. ↗

— John Glenn

#beautiful #could #day #four #i

I'm enjoying two beautiful visions tonight. Watching you stand there against a marvelous background has to be the most intriguing sunset I have ever experienced. ↗

— K.S. Collier

#hawaiian #maui #paranormal-romance #romance #romance-novels

At sunset we are rattling through the streets of the little town of Cordova. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#little town #rattling #streets #sunset #through

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

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#dusk #heavens #horizon #life #mist

We moved leisurely towards Mount Foster, on the 22nd, and arrived opposite to it a little before sunset. ↗

— Charles Sturt

#before #foster #leisurely #little #mount