#sunsets

The sky was as blue as orange could get. I love sunsets at noon, and forks disguised as spoons. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#random #sunsets #love

One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunet, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#sunsets #love

You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things. ↗

— Jamie Tworkowski

#airplanes #believe #better #coffee #love

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

Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. – ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#sunsets #nature

After you start learning all about the mechanics of piloting a riverboat, you stop seeing all the pretty sunsets and you start thinking about the weather. ↗

— John Hartford

#after #learning #mechanics #piloting #pretty

Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#life-lessons #raw-foods #southern-fiction #sunsets #the-south

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. ↗

— Hamlin Garland

#breath #cedar #dawns #fragrant #hundred