Top 28 Dusk Sunset Quotes

#1. I always try to sacrifice my body for the team.

Troy Polamalu

#2. Beware, so long as you live, or judging men by their outwards appearance.

Jean De La Fontaine

#3. To create a public scandal is what's wicked; to sin in private is not a sin.

Moliere

#4. A sunset is the sun's fiery kiss to the night.

Crystal Woods

#5. No matter where you are spread the fragrance of peace like a flower.

Debasish Mridha

#6. My knowledge of art ended at impressionism.

Peggy Guggenheim

#7. Politics is but a narrow field.

Henry David Thoreau

#8. Megan looked at me and blushed. A blush looked really good on her. Of course, so would soup, mud, or elephant earwax. Megan on a bad day outshined anyone else I'd ever known.

Brandon Sanderson

#9. A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...

Virginia Alison

#10. The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ...

Allen Tate

#11. The setting sun had turned the blue sky a brilliant orange, then soft pink merging to pearl; the plum velvet of night had come out of the east, spangled with stars.

Paul Gallico

#12. They rode on through sunset, and slow dusk, and gathering night.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#13. At dusk the sunset is beautifully bright; at year's end the tangerines are even more fragrant. Therefore, at the end of their road, in their later years, enlightened people should be a hundred times more vital in spirit.

Zicheng Hong

#14. I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#15. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

Jack Kerouac

#16. It's not the pizza, darlin', its my masculine presence.
Joe Morelli

Janet Evanovich

#17. Now it was growing late again, and cooler, which the nurse found disorienting. It felt as though her entire life had been lived from dusk to dawn ever since she learned of Phillip, only tiptoeing around the edges of sunset or sunrise, and sleeping or traveling all day.

Cherie Priest

#18. Everything is so vast. It's humbling to remember just how small we really are.

T.J. Klune

#19. The sun was still out, wouldn't even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that "magic hour" feeling. The air was warm and breezy. The houses looked sparkling with windows reflecting the still bright sun.

Victoria Kahler

#20. Just because you know it [my past]... doesn't mean that my wounds are a weight you have to carry.
~Kurogane-san

CLAMP

#21. The Government's supposed to be there for people when nobody else is, right? But it never works like that.

Brian K. Vaughan

#22. Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

J.K. Rowling

#23. That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always slightly ahead of me, like a dark star guiding me home.

Deborah Harkness

#24. 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")

Walter De La Mare

#25. In short, our gentleman became so caught up in reading that he spent his nights reading from dusk till dawn and his days reading from sunrise to sunset, and so with too little sleep and too much reading his brains dried up, causing him to lose his mind.

Edith Grossman

#26. Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes.

Mike Bond

#27. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping
Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star.
Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried,
Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

George Meredith

#28. Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun; one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night.

Munia Khan

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