Best 359 quotes in «sunset quotes» category

This drink is an Elixandria. It's named after our sun, that's why it's this nice orange color. The brown liquid on top is dark rum, and we pour it over to represent a setting sun. Little bit of rum? 'Dawn'. Little more rum? 'Dusk'. You looking to get drunk? 'Dark'.

This is my favorite time of day. When the sun is setting and the last of its fiery fingers caress the water line before relinquishing their hold to the darkness of the night. And I can watch as the stars pop out, one by one, to pinprick the sky with their silvery light.

This is my favorite time of the day. Light and dark touch for a few moments. [...] I used to wish dusk would last longer, but its quickness seems to add to making it special.

Tidak ada yang baru dibawah matahari

To be missed, disappear for a while, but not for a long while, or else you shall be forgotten! And the sun practice this very well!

To capture a California sunset in South Pasadena is to hold an angel's wings with bated breath.

Tonight the sun has died like an Emperor ... great scarlet arcs of silk ... saffron ... green ... crimson ... and the blaze of Venus to remind one of the absolute and the infinite ... and along the lower rim of beauty lay the hard harsh line of the hills ...

To see the first sun rise in New Year is the most sacredness of existence.

Trees salute the sunset, the sunset salutes the trees and we salute both of them!

Watch the sunset without speaking, just like a bird watching the sunset in complete silence!

Urus terang mu sendiri, karna sore nanti aku akan pergi

Watching the sun set is like watching a beautiful kid die for a good cause.

Watching sunset makes you feel stronger

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

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

we passed Costa Rica, and were near land. We had a most gorgeous sunset, and a full moon at night; besides, the water was all aglow with brilliant phosphorescence, which looked like great fiery serpents playing about the steamer

We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kindgom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.

When the sun is setting, deep inside you, you know that life is setting!

We wouldn't like it, if the sunrise came right after the sunset! Love grows with longing; the longer the night, the greater our love for the sunrise!

Whatever you value, it becomes your sun! If you value a calm night, your own sun will rise with the sunset on the horizon!

What i want is to feel. To feel the sun on my skin, warming it gently & not burning it. A wind in my hair rather a soft chilly breeze wanting me to capture the moment & put it on repeat. Be on a highway with either a sunrise or a sunset with mountains/hills on one side while an empty road and ocean on the other with soft music playing that would make you fall in love and feel alive.

When the ship approached the equator, I stopped going out on deck in the daytime. The sun burned like a flame. The days had shortened and night came swiftly. One moment it was light, the next it was dark. The sun did not set but fell into the water like a meteor. Late in the evening, when I went out briefly, a hot wind slapped my face. From the ocean came a roar of passions that seemed to have broken through all barriers:'We mus procreate and multiply! We must exhaust all the powers of lust!' The waves glowed like lava, and I imagined I could see multitudes of living beings - algae, whales, sea monsters - reveling in an orgy, from the surface to the bottom of the sea. Immortality was the law here. The whole planet raged with animation. At times, I heard my name in the clamor: the spirit of the abyss calling me to join them in their nocturnal dance. ("Hanka")

When sunset, like a crimson throat to hell, is cavernous... (“A Wine of Wizardry”)

When the sun went down, and touches of blue filtered into the fading afterglow, an orange lamp would light up in the knob of the bell and slowly begin to revolve. The beacon always pinpointed the onset of nightfall exactly. Against the most gorgeous sunsets or in dim drizzling mist, the beacon was ever true to its appointed moment: that precise instant in the alchemy of light and dark when darkness tipped the scales.

When the sun goes down, melting away his caresses into the sky which consonants with the ocean, lively colors are scattered through the deep pale depth during some short sensuous instants. Later, as by art of magic, light is consumed into the infinite horizon giving space to the poked voidness and its full-cristal-covered vastness. Then, to mystify the night, a marvelous and alluring sentinel rests next to us through the vivid night, just until the next prismatic fest arrives with its celebrating aperture.

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!

When you are leaving someone, leave like the sun leaves the earth with a magnificent elegance!

When your shadow becomes more popular than you, then you know that the sun is setting!

Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?

Whether you like it or not, the sun rises when the time comes; whether you like it or not, the sun sets when the time comes!

While the Sun is setting, we realise that we have survived today as well and we thank to our mind, to our luck and to the universe! All these three made this miracle possible! Yes, staying alive is a miracle!

Whether sunrise or sunset, it heralds a new opportunity to dream...

Wrapped within another's arms further intensifies the divine beauty of a sunrise...

Yorkshire's autumn was as great a gift as Yorkshire's summer. I loved watching the rusting of the leaves while the dales mellowed to shades of ochre, and rose hips and blackberries grew deliciously fat on their branches. The morning mists were mystical and magical to me, and the rose-glow of the evening sun lent the sky a hypnotic light that matched any Cape Town sunset.

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.

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.

You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!

You can’t turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something.

You don't want the sun to set; you don't want the day to end! But remember that the sun sets differently every day; also, every day is a different day! And life is rich only if life is different every day!

You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...

Your choice between sunrise or sunset depends on your attitude.

You could tell a lot about people who would stop what they were doing to watch the Almighty go about His business.

You know-- one loves the sunset, 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.

You said good things about the sunset hundreds of times? Not enough! Say good things about it thousands of times, millions of times, it really deserves this!

You were right about the stars, each one is a setting sun.

You watched the sunset today? You are rich! You missed it? You are poor! Try to meet the great artists in every opportunity possible to increase your wealth! And Sun is a very great artist!

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

After forty a woman has to choose between losing her figure or her face. My advice is to keep your face, and stay sitting down.

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.

At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?