Best 362 of Sunset quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 17 Sep

Obie Williams

Nightfall was approaching, the light pouring away past the world’s horizon in a gradually darkening cascade.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ani Difranco

Virtue is relative at best, there's nothing worse than a sunset when your driving due West.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Herrick

But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ricky Whittle

I have always thought beach weddings are beautiful. A sunset ceremony with a beautiful sky, white drapes and fire lanterns.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jack Kerouac

Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom....

By Anonym 19 Sep

Matshona Dhliwayo

The sun is intelligent because it never rises too early, and wise because it never sets too late.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Walter De La Mare

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom. ("Out Of The Deep")

By Anonym 17 Sep

Erin Hunter

Loyalty is what matters, and that exists now, not in the past. Loyalty must be prove every day, in each piece of fresh-kill brought back to the Clan, every claw mark on our enemies, every patrol, every training session.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Thomm Quackenbush

We can mourn and grieve and will face innumerable sunsets without him. But we will still face the sunsets.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

Never be too angry beyond repairs. Anger is nothing good to be part of your tributes. Are you angry with someone? The sun is sinking, just drop it now.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Sunset is a moment where we can wait for all day long to witness it! And not only for one day, but we can wait for all the days of all the years!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

The end of a wedding reception is always so depressing. And only the bride and groom are spared, jetting off into the sunset while the rest of us wake up the next morning to just another day.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Colleen Hoover

You bend the laws of the universe when you fly," I say. "It's impressive. Defying gravity? Watching sunrises and sunsets from places Mother Nature didn't intend for you to watch them from? You really are superheroes, if you think about it.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Sunset is a moment where all emotions are experienced: Melancholy, amazement, intoxication, casuistry, admiration, love, sadness…

By Anonym 13 Sep

Yvonne Strahovski

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.'

By Anonym 15 Sep

Pamela Hansford Johnson

the most deeply moving element in the contemplation of beauty is the element of loss. We desire to hold; but the sunset melts into the night, and the secret of the painting on the wall can never be the secret of the buyer.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Levi Paul Taylor

another sunset edges towards the trails end all brings that opportunity for a rewind ahead plug for the recharge, loosen the laces for needed relief a beverage, a nutritional morsel, and a soft pillow life is good, thanks once again

By Anonym 14 Sep

Andy Grove

Just as we could have rode into the sunset, along came the Internet, and it tripled the significance of the PC.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Isaac Babel

The orange sky is rolling across the sky like a severed head, gentle light glimmers in the ravines among the clouds, the banners of the sunset are fluttering above our heads. The stench of yesterday’s blood and slaughtered horses drips into the evening chill.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Patrick Leigh Fermor

Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Marci Shimoff

If you think about the times in life when you've been the most deeply fulfilled, they're the times that you've felt love. Whether it's watching a sunset, spending time with a pet or being with a partner with whom you feel an intensely deep connection.

By Anonym 13 Sep

W. Somerset Maugham

And I have the sunset, and the Tuscan wine, and the white teeth of the women in Rome. I am a traveler in Romance.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Gordon B. Hinckley

You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out... Do not trade your birthright as a mother for some bauble of passing value... The baby you hold in your arms will grow as quickly as the sunrise and the sunset of the rushing days.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Debalina Haldar

I don't want a rainbow... Rainbows have too many colors and none of them receive the appreciation they deserve... I'd prefer a fading red or a striking golden, a shimmery silver or a sober blue... Ruling the sunset sky alone!

By Anonym 17 Sep

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and space, keeping a part of that light that we've came with and spreading it in this dark world that we've chosen to live in, in order to shine some light and love around. Maybe we've chosen to believe one truth today, and find it to be false tomorrow. Maybe we're trying to not get attached to the idea that we now know it all. At night, we see the truth of where we've fallen from, gazing in that night sky full of distant stars, constellations, planets, the reflection of the sun on the moon, all with their own stories to tell. Sometimes we wonder why would we leave such a mysterious place, with an infinite amount of stories and wonders. Maybe it's because as stars we could've only seen each other's light from afar, but here we can listen more carefully to each other's story, embrace each other and kiss, discover more and more of what can be seen when infinite star dust potential is put into one body and given freedom to walk the Earth and wander, love and enjoy every moment until coming back. Maybe in the morning, we'll only see one star shining up there and forget the others. Maybe that is also how life and death is, and the beauty of the sunrise and sunset that come in between, our childhood years and old years, when we reflect on the stars that we once were and that we will once again be. Maybe, just maybe.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

When you see birds flying from the sunset towards you, you will find it hard to convince yourself that they are not angels from heaven!

By Anonym 19 Sep

Shannon A. Thompson

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alistair Cooke

But afterall it's not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It'sto coinawordtheamenitiesthatcount: thesmell of the dandelions, the puff of the pipe, the click of the bat, the rain on the neck, the chill down the spine, the slow, exquisite coming on of sunset and dinner and rheumatism.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Frank Capra

I think of the medium as a people-to-people medium, not cameraman-to-people, not direction-to-people, not writers-to-people, but people-to-peopleYou can only involve an audience with people. You can't involve them with gimmicks, with sunsets, with hand-held cameras, zoom shots, or anything else. They couldn't care less about those things. But you give them something to worry about, some person they can worry about, and care about, and you've got them, you've got them involved.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Steve Maraboli

I love that this morning's sunrise does not define itself by last night's sunset.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Munia Khan

The Sun is never alone as the light remains with him always. Even when he goes down sinking...sinking, the light drowns with him

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jasleen Kaur Gumber

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure is that your trips to beach never end.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joyce Rachelle

The horizon changes but the sun does not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Biju Karakkonam

Every sunset gives me a hope to live. It reminds me, You have capture more with your heart. It reminds me you are not alone, surrounded by a beautiful world, always there for you.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Grace Willows

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees Excerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace Willows Coming this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Justina Chen

The look he gave me...My stomach quivered in that exact same way when I watched Before Sunset, yearning for a guy to know me so deeply and truly, we were only really complete when we were together. That I could talk, go on wild tangents, make obtuse references, and he would divine my meaning before I knew what I was trying to say myself. Erik had fallen asleep next to me on the couch, complaining later that the movie was "just people talking." He had no idea that this movie could have been a love letter written for me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Nom De Plume

Senja tak pernah salah. Hanya kenangan yang kadang membuatnya basah. Dan pada senja, akhirnya kita mengaku kalah.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Leatrice Eiseman

Reminiscent of the radiant shadings of a sunset, Tangerine Tango marries the vivaciousness and adrenaline rush of red with the friendliness and warmth of yellow, to form a high-visibility, magnetic hue that emanates heat and energy.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Kleeman

Outside the windows, everything is getting darker. First the yellow dies from the light, then the green and pink. The world is a blue version of itself, momentarily, before the blue snuffs out, too and it is all night.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lisa Kleypas

Helen was bewildered to find herself surrounded by air as warm as the breath of summer. Slowly she walked into a large gallery, constructed of thousands of flashing, glittering glass panes in a network of wrought-iron ribs. It was a glasshouse, she realized in bewilderment. On a rooftop. The ethereal construction, as pretty as a wedding cake, had been built on a sturdy brickwork base, with iron pillars and girders welded to vertical struts and diagonal tiers. "This is for my orchids," she said faintly. Rhys came up behind her, his hands settling at her waist. He nuzzled gently at her ear. "I told you I'd find a place for them." A glass palace in the sky. It was magical, an inspired stroke of romantic imagination, and he had built it for her. Dazzled, she took in the view of London at sunset, a red glow westering across the leaden sky. The clouds were torn in places, gold light spilling through the fire-colored fleece.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanober Khan

may my faith always be at the end of the day like a hummingbird...returning to its favorite flower.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

As long as the sun does not set in your mind, darkness will be nothing but a weak shadow in your life!

By Anonym 17 Sep

Lucy Maud Montgomery

November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had built his roof well, and his chimney drew.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Saurbh Katyal

The clouds had dispersed and for a change, the sun was visible in the west, a sinking ball of vodka and cranberry juice.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rachel Joyce

I still remember the winter sky that evening. Whenever I worked in my sea garden and I saw a sunset like that, I'd think back to Bantham Beach. It was as if the sun had been torn open. Everything was scarlet. The clouds were flames, so wild and vibrant that blue didn't look like a color anymore. The sea and land served as a mirror. The ribbed sand was on fire. So were the stones and maroon rock pools. The pink crests of the waves. The burning hump of Burgh Island.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Evelyn Waugh

He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food . . . of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns. . . . He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods . . . endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavour with flavour from sunset to dawn without satiety, while one breathed great draughts of the bouquet of old brandy.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Aditi Babel

I remember that summer we walked up the hill, sat atop on the rocks with time to kill; we let sweet red wine set us aglow, then four drunken eyes watched the sunset show I felt the colors enter my veins: warm light-pink shining golden rays; if there was a hue for happiness, I'm sure I saw it with you then

By Anonym 13 Sep

Dean Koontz

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

The wisdom of the sun is not in producing light and heat, but in sharing them with everyone and everything! Wisdom that is not shared means conceit, and if there is conceit there is no wisdom!