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The next day, I get a call from this student's mother. My daughter has said nothing about the GRE. All she ever talks about is color. Is color on the GRE? No, It's not. But it should be. What are you really teaching her? How to make sense of sunsets.

The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river's flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God... or an artist and a writer.

The nights did not come gently but seemed to slam down angrily upon the Earth, and starlight transformed the golden brown of the wheat to the colour of polished silver.

There is no sunset in a fascist country, because there is not a Sun in a fascist country!

There is no message valid for all times! Each message has a life span, sometimes a hundred years sometimes five thousand years, but ultimately the mission of each message ends! When you give people a message, you should know that even if your message is as bright as a sun, one day, like the sun, it will fade away!

There was no right or wrong during war. The setting sun made me realize that the ones who would live to see a new day would be the ones who are victorious. As with all the history of this world, the ones who won were always right.

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")

The sky of the color of ashes in the east and embers in the west.

The sky was a bruised red shot with black, almost exactly the colors of a tattoo. Sunset had two minutes left to live.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

There is no place like the beach... where the land meets the sea and the sea meats the sky

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

The sun leaves often and I watch like a lover who's not yet vulnerable enough to ask it to stay a little longer.

The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn’t outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business.

The sun had just gone down, and its afterglow was backlighting the city, which formed low cliffs around the bucolic void to the idle stockyards. The city was blacked out because bombers might come, so Billy didn’t get to see Dresden do one of the most cheerful things a city is capable of doing when the sun goes down, which is to wink its lights on one by one. There was a broad river to reflect those lights, which would have made their nighttime winkings very pretty indeed. It was the Elbe.

The sunset was a splendid display. I wondered if it was showing off for my benefit or if it was often that spectacular. Rarely had I seen such a gorgeous scene; the riotous colors flamed out over the sky in shades that I had no words to describe. Birds sang their last songs of the day before tucking in for the night, and still the darkness hung back. Now, I thought, I understand the word "twilight." It was created for just this time - in this land.

The sun stooped to the western waves, entering his bath of blood-red fire. He sank, and all the ways were darkened.

The sun was now in its death throes, bruising the sky a coiling purple and orange.

The sun rises, the sun falls, the wind blows and the birds sing no matter where you are. These are experiences that unite us all... something we can all enjoy together

The sun set, which is everyday magic...

The sun was extinguishing itself on the watery horizon.

The sun was a fiery furnace of gold, but finally it set in the west and the cosmos glittered like a million burning embers, briefly reminding Awa of poetry readings under starry skies in Timbuktu

The sun had set, but a faint pastel haze lingered in the mid-summer sky.

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

The trees were tinted exquisitely to an uncertain glory as the great red sinking sun flashed its rays on their crystal mantle. The vale of Aylesbury was drowsing beneath a slowly deepening shroud of mist. Above it the hills, their crests rounded and shaded by silver and rose coppices, seemed to have set in them great smoky eyes of flame where the last rays burned in them. 'It is like some dream world,' thought Mr. Cort. 'It is curious how, wherever the sun strikes, it seems to make an eye, and each one fixed on me; those hills, even those windows. But, judging from that mist, I shall have a slow journey home... ("Blind Man's Bluff")

The sun is on its descent as I watch it, its lustrous red-gold colors making the blue water beneath it look as if it is on fire. The sound of Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto No. 3 drifts across the terrace, reaching a zenith as the sun plunges gracefully into the sea. This is my favorite moment of the day here, when nature itself seems to be still, watching the spectacle of the King of the Day, the force it relies upon to grow and flourish, make its journey into sleep. We are able to be here together far less than I'd like, so the moment is even more precious. The sun has gone now, so I can close my eyes and listen to Xavier playing. I have performed this concerto a hundred times, and I'm struck by the subtle differences, the nuances that make his rendition his own. Its stronger, more masculine, which is, of course, how it should be.

The sunsets here were always deep, passionate, and rich - always colors Camila thought she could take a shovel to and dig at for days.

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.

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!

The twilight seems invidious.It simply can’t let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..

The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down.

They ran to the museums for paintings. I ran to the roof for sunsets

The station master lay facing the west. In the steppe the setting sun doesn’t blind you. It tums cherry-red and sinks quickly. You can look straight at it as it dips into the green land. The sun goes down fast. It touches the ground. The ground is slicing it. Slice after slice. Only a half of the sun remains in the sky, then a quarter, then the ground swallows the sun completely, licking the edge of the sky with a red tongue. The day is finished. It’s night. "The Station Master" (translated by Grigori Gerenstein)

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 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 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.

They didn’t speak as the sun slowly sank before them. Why was it most colorful when it was about to vanish for the night? Was it angry at being forced belong the horizon? Or was it a showman, giving a performance before retiring? Why was the most colorful part of people’s bodies—the brightness of their blood—hidden beneath the skin, never to be seen unless something went wrong?

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

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!

Tidak ada yang baru dibawah matahari

Urus terang mu sendiri, karna sore nanti aku akan pergi

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

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

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

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

Watching sunset makes you feel stronger

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

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