Top 100 Quotes About Dusk
#1. Was on the point of crying at her, 'Don't you hear them?' The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the
Joseph Conrad
#2. But shall we be happy, to say that we live in the dusk rather than in the full night? Shall we rejoice that we shall only suffer, while your offspring will be the ones to know the torments of the damned? Shall this be why we do not act?
Robin Hobb
#3. Toward dusk, the black birds descend, millions of them, to sit in the branches of trees nearby. The trees grow heavy with black birds, branches like dendrites of the Nervous System fattening, deep in twittering nerve-dusk, in preparation for some important message ... .
Thomas Pynchon
#4. Autumn Dusk
I saw above a sea of hills
A solitary planet shine,
And there was no one, near or far,
to keep the world from being mine.
Sara Teasdale
#5. Skateboarding was the only thing I was ever good at. Growing up, I was doing that from, like, dusk till dawn.
D.J. Cotrona
#6. When you die, your soul crosses the Dusk between life and the Blank Sea. The journey takes forty-nine days,
David Mitchell
#7. Save those thoughts for when we're alone," Morrow whispered. "Next time I get you in the dark, it isn't going to be in a hive surrounded by Dusk Warriors and chased by a Nightfighter neutralizer."
"Going to hold you to that, Sergeant."
"Never going to let go.
Nico Rosso
#8. The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle.
Stephen King
#9. I just wait to go elsewhere but I get there and it's the same dusk.
Rodney Ross
#10. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
- Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk)
Darren Shan
#11. He who would reproach an author for obscurity should look into his own mind to see whether it is quite clear there. In the dusk the plainest writing is illegible.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#12. There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
Archibald MacLeish
#13. It takes a fictionalized or invented excursion to buy a pencil in the winter dusk of London as an excuse to explore darkness, wandering, invention, the annihilation of identity, the enormous adventure that transpires in the mind while the body travels a quotidian course.
Rebecca Solnit
#14. Dusk shrouds the long and useless day.
Even the hope it denied us crumbles
To nothing ... Life is a drunken beggar
Holding out his hand to his own shadow.
Fernando Pessoa
#16. It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.
Fennel Hudson
#17. I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of the all-pervading dusk.
Loren Eiseley
#18. And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.
Albert Camus
#19. In the words of a Zen poem, At dusk the cock announces dawn; At midnight, the bright sun.
Fritjof Capra
#20. Look at the magnificence of love,
At this heavenly dusk,
Wind is singing the song of joy,
The sun is kissing the ocean.
Saying goodbye for the night
Promising to wake her up
At the dawn of life,
With the touch of his warmth
and light.
Debasish Mridha
#21. It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins.
("New York Blues")
Cornell Woolrich
#22. The rain had begun at dusk, spewing from the sky like someone had opened an artery. Beneath
Tam Linsey
#23. I sit watching until dusk, hypnotized. I think of the sea as continually sloshing back and forth, repetitive, but my psyche goes with the river- always loping downhill, purposeful, listening only to gravity.
Ann Zwinger
#24. Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul"
He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?"
"It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.
Elizabeth Chandler
#25. The whisper of the dusk
is night shedding its husk.
Dean Koontz
#26. You know that great pause that comes upon things before the dusk? Even the breeze stops in the trees. To me there is always an air of expectation about that evening stillness.
Anonymous
#27. Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness always waits.
Michael Connelly
#28. Dusk
I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.
Gabriela Mistral
#29. When I found out about the audition, I knew that I was going in for 'From Dusk Till Dawn,' but I actually didn't know that I was going to be reading with Robert Rodriguez.
Madison Davenport
#30. At dusk a broken wheel appeared, Held by a hand I could not see, And I knew that someone I feared, Had discovered an empty room in me" ~ 1951
Gavin Maxwell
#31. If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.
Cath Crowley
#32. After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often.
Gustav Klimt
#33. Was this perhaps life, then? - to have loved one summer in youth and not to have been aware of it until it was over, some sea-wet footprints on the floor and sand in the prints, the fragrance of a woman, soft loving lips in the dusk of a summer night, sea birds; and then nothing more; gone.
Halldor Laxness
#34. True spiritual life depends not on probing our feelings and thoughts from dawn to dusk but on 'looking off' to the Savior!
Watchman Nee
#35. What do sunflowers talk about after dusk
when the wind goes down and the moon comes up?
David Etter
#36. Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.
Albert Camus
#37. Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil In the soft face of a girl: Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor! Even the pure immortals cannot escape you, And mortal man, in his one day's dusk, Trembles before your glory.
Sophocles
#38. When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock,
And the brown bee drones in the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,
And summer is near its close,
It's, Oh!, For the gate, and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew, and home again!
Madison Cawein
#39. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow.
Evelyn Waugh
#40. I stared at a tree against dusk
Till it was a girl
Standing beside a country road
Shucking cane with her teeth.
She looked up & smiled
& waved. Lost in what hurts,
In what tasted good, could she
Ever learn there's no love
In sugar?
Yusef Komunyakaa
#41. A sunset is the sun's fiery kiss to the night.
Crystal Woods
#42. The dusk smelled like dead leaves and far off fires
V.E Schwab
#43. From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance
Phil Harding
#44. The writing of poetry is a chancy business, it's currency solitude and loss, its tools coffee and too much wine, its hours midnight, dawn, and dusk, and unlike other trade the hours asleep are not time off.
Keith Miller
#45. I have seen your
darkest nights
and brightest days
and I want you to know
that I will be here
forever
loving you
in dusk.
Atticus Poetry
#46. Watched dusk fall in shades of blood and old bruises.
Leah Raeder
#47. A pair of glasses on which the temperature and chance of rain pops up or someone's trying to schedule me for a project or a drink is not going to help with reveries about justice, meaning, and the beautiful deep marine blue of nearly every dusk.
Rebecca Solnit
#48. People who walk across dark bridges, past saints,
with dim, small lights.
Clouds which move across gray skies
past churches
with towers darkened in the dusk.
One who leans against granite railing
gazing into the evening waters,
His hands resting on old stones.
Franz Kafka
#49. Sophie picked her way through the forest, stepping over tree roots, and pushing aside low-lying branches, letting them snap back behind her with reckless abandon. The sun barely squeaked through the canopy of leaves above her, and down at ground level, it felt more like dusk than midday.
Julia Quinn
#50. Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.
Susan Merrell
#51. From dawn to dusk I spent my time in the real world. Only in my dreams at night could I indulge my fantasies.
Rampo Edogawa
#52. Surely no one can be sure he has visited Cienega; people say to themselves, do they not: 'Was it a vision; or have I, some time or other, seen dusk in a valley like this?'
Haniel Long
#53. And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.
Haruki Murakami
#54. As they stepped outside into the sandy dusk, the bell on the door jingled faintly in Jackie's mind like a favorite song to which she could no longer quite remember the tune.
Joseph Fink
#55. Her hands wrapped around his back, bunching the folds of his kaftan, and they stayed like this, connected, as dusk settled over the market.
Cate Rowan
#56. Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.
Terry Tempest Williams
#57. Like Solzhenitsyn, I shall return, one bright dusk.
David Mitchell
#58. She gathered up a few thoughts of the lovelier parts of the afternoon and stowed them away in the back of her mind, where they might remind her at some future date that lovely afternoons do not survive the chill of dusk.
Helen Simonson
#59. The world is progressing. One man cannot slow it, no matter how determined he is.
He stopped in the path.
You cannot stop the tides from changing, Dusk. No matter how determined you are. His mother's words.
Brandon Sanderson
#60. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to ask alms of a stranger when you've never done it before, what a psychological barrier separates the honest man from the panhandler. ("Dusk To Dawn")
Cornell Woolrich
#61. And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, "You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.
Neil Gaiman
#62. Standing still at dusk
Listen ... in far distances
The song of froglings!
Yosa Buson
#63. As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays of sun before dusk ... "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Is that a trick question?
Dianna Hardy
#64. The seasons bring the flower again, And bring the firstling to the flock; And in the dusk of thee the clock Beats out the little lives of men
Alfred Tennyson
#65. I will come,' the priest answered, 'for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the dusk to taste life and blood.
Francis Marion Crawford
#66. Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The
Charles Dickens
#67. The robin brushes me at dusk.
Our good bones fail. We leave no mark.
His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet.
I hear him singing in the dark.
("Edward Thomas' Daughter")
Alison Brackenbury
#68. Don't ye know it's magic? Ye know, ye'll never beat nine in a row!" sang Tam as he and Shug collided and then began to meander though the village dusk.
Hugh Bradley
#69. We [Americans] became a nation of java junkies, wired from dawn to dusk intent on running faster, getting richer, dancing harder, playing longer and getting higher than anybody else.
Stewart Lee Allen
#70. It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts with rum.
Hunter S. Thompson
#72. It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk.
Robert E. Howard
#73. He is looking down at her peaceful, rigid face fading into the dusk as though darkness were a precursor of the ultimate earth, until at last the face seems to float detached upon it, lightly as the reflection of a dead leaf.
William Faulkner
#74. Prometheus, I have no Titan's might,
Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart,
For daytime's vulture talons tear apart
The tender alcoves built by love at night.
Philip Jose Farmer
#75. With a starry brush, paint the dusk Venetian blue
Owl City
#76. In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
Madeline Miller
#77. Friday dusk becomes Friday evening. The park is feverish with life. A young Asian man screams into his mobile phone, not stopping to listen: a young man with his heart in his penis.
Craig Stone
#78. A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.
James Joyce
#79. There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.
Ed Gorman
#80. It was dusk and the light had an ultra-violet quality to it, a final burst of pigmentation as night and day rushed at each other in a clash of colour prisms before darkness finnaly, inevitably won out.
Karen Swan
#81. You are dawn and she is midnight. And despite the mist of the half-light, together you see more clearly in the dusk.
Samantha Young
#82. In darkness, in any light after dusk, you can slit a vein and the blood is black.
Michael Ondaatje
#83. The snow that began at midafternoon had faded the sign's virulent yellow to a kinder pastel shade as the light ran out of the January dusk.
Stephen King
#84. The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the sun! anew each day; and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul."
Marianne Moore
#85. A man could rant and smash and grapple with the State Police, and still the sprinklers whirled at dusk on every lawn and the television droned in every living room.
Richard Yates
#86. We've chased the dawn, Anastasia, now the dusk.
E.L. James
#87. It was one of those cold, wet winter days when if you get stuck watching sport or an old movie, you can miss that short period between dawn and dusk altogether.
Nick Waplington
#88. Dusk splatters pink and orange across the sky, beginning its languorous summer stroll. I hear the river through the trees sounding like possibility -
Jandy Nelson
#89. Waking At Night
The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.
Jack Gilbert
#90. I just want to be floating, suspended here in my California time capsule with neither yesterday's dusk or tomorrow's dawn anywhere on the horizon.
Sarah Ockler
#91. They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.
Holly Black
#92. It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.
---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Donna Cummins
#93. The night was drawing in, and the house felt more and more like a glass cage, blasting its light blindly out into the dusk, like a lantern in the dark. I imagined a thousand moths circling and shivering, drawn inexorably to its glow, only to perish against the cold inhospitable glass.
Ruth Ware
#94. Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers- old and experienced- returning home at dusk, in cast off clothing faces like old Florentine oak.
William Carlos Williams
#95. 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
#96. I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost in mist and fog I rest happily in this place At dusk the tree shadows are low I look into my mind A white lotus emerges from the dark mud
Hanshan
#97. The dusk twilit leaves me tipsy.
Rain lashing down to trashed.
Moon sailing through dries up snooze.
He in spring holds the breath.
And raining petals a warm hug craved for.
Akshmala Sharma
#98. Powerful grateful in the demons mortals in the courier of shadows, Darkened protectors of the rest and dusk of sea, Shadow broken and ashes in my eclipse, Crave force the demons flesh
Brandice Snowden
#99. 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
#100. People change, he thought -it's truism- but how? Our life is confined to days, after all: Sunday to Monday, dusk to dawn. What great alterations can take place in someone between breakfast and lunch? Is it possible to wake up as one person and fall asleep as another?
Sam Taylor
