Quotes About Evening Sky

#1. A final reminder. Whenever you are in Paris at twilight in the early summer, return to the Seine and watch the evening sky close slowly on a last strand of daylight fading quietly, like a sigh.

Kate Simon

#2. Since fire's born of fire, why should we desire
To gather up its scattered ash.
On the appointed day we surrendered what we were
To a vaster blaze, the evening sky.

Yves Bonnefoy

#3. The evening sky was streaked with purple, the color of torn plums, and a light rain had started to fall when I came to the end of the blacktop road that cut through twenty miles of thick, almost impenetrable scrub oak and pine and stopped at the front gate of Angola penitentiary.

James Lee Burke

#4. How sad if we allow our hearts to wane
And obscure our joy with enduring pain
While all things, good or bad, indisputably go by
Like morning that transmutes in evening sky

Joan Marques

#5. I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel to Heaven. Am I coming or going? Either way, it's too late to reverse. Hidden in the gloom under a red evening sky, I step into the world of the Living.

Isaac Marion

#6. The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky.

Elizabeth Oakes Smith

#7. Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If writing a beautiful line of poetry fills a poet's heart with joy, imagine how that same poet's soul must take flight at the sight of swallows soaring through the evening sky!

Lynn Thomson

#8. I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed.

Albert Camus

#9. Can't you see me as king of the Hereford ranchers, Lucy?"
"Oh, I can see you, all right ... I can see you riding out on your beautiful palomino checking the herd ... There you sit, silhouetted against the evening sky ... Sucking your thumb and holding that stupid blanket!

Charles M. Schulz

#10. One by one, the electric lights ringing the lawn were ignited. Each one, as it burst into brilliance, erased a constellation from the evening sky.

Tim Westover

#11. Tango tipped his head back against the bench, staring up at the denim-colored evening sky. This was the most dangerous, the most wonderful, the most daring addiction of all: life.

Lauren Gilley

#12. A full moon rose in the pale evening sky and glowed with a rich white inner light that brought to mind, but perfectly, the creamy inside of an Oreo cookie. (Eventually on the trail everything reminds you of food.)

Bill Bryson

#13. Nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

Nicholas Sparks

#14. I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky.

Ally Condie

#15. The evening sky was sprinkled with stars ...

Joanne Owen

#16. In the wide land under a tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting westward amid a pale green sea of heaven, they stood together, children that had erred.

James Joyce

#17. Gods?" said Xeno. "We don't bother with gods. Huh. Relics of an outmoded belief system, gods."
There was a rumble of thunder from the clear evening sky.
"Except for Blind Io the Thunder God," Xeno went on, his tone hardly changing.

Terry Pratchett

#18. The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

Philip Pullman

#19. Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.

Robert Southey

#20. This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn't want to forget a single one.

Banana Yoshimoto

#21. The inhabitants of earth behold commonly but the dark and shadowy under side of heaven's pavement; it is only when seen at a favorable angle in the horizon, morning or evening, that some faint streaks of the rich lining of the clouds are revealed.

Henry David Thoreau

#22. The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the radiant pale blue of a sky slipping toward evening in Heaven, when angels who had been sweet all day found themselves tempted to sin.

Cassandra Clare

#23. Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#24. The evening lay out against the sky
Like a patient, etherised on a table

T. S. Eliot

#25. What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

Banana Yoshimoto

#26. The sky was always full of birdsong and evening smells, piano music from a window, the stone buildings glowing against the blue, like cream poured over something tart and hot.

Olivia Sudjic

#27. The planet Venus, a circle of silver in a green sky, pierced the edge of the evening while the wintry woods darkened about me and in the stillness the regular sound of my footsteps striking the pavement was like a the rhythmic beating of a giant stone heart.

Gore Vidal

#28. As a kid in Africa, you were so connected to nature itself because you went farming, watched the moon out at night, observed how the sky was different, and how the birds chanted different songs in the evening and the morning.

Ishmael Beah

#29. The good citizen when he opens his door in the evening must be banker, golfer, husband, father; not a nomad wandering the desert, a mystic staring at the sky, a debauchee in the slums of San Francisco, a soldier heading a revolution, a pariah howling with skepticism and solitude.

Virginia Woolf

#30. It was a gracious evening, full of delectable lights and shadows. In the west was a sky of mackerel clouds-crimson and amber-tinted, with long strips of apple-green sky between. Beyond was the glimmering radiance of a sunset sea, and the ceaseless voice of many waters came up from the tawny shore.

L.M. Montgomery

#31. Late this evening I looked at the sky and saw the stars. I felt as if it was the first time I had ever looked at them.
I was stunned.
The stars made an extraordinary impression on me

Andrei Tarkovsky

#32. The orange sun 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.

Isaac Babel

#33. Every evening words, not stars, light the sky. No rest in life like life itself.

Umberto Saba

#34. Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#35. It was strange to be outside on a summer's evening. Rachel breathed in the scent of the delicate white flowers on the star jasmine and looked up at the sky. She saw what at first she thought was a bird, then realised it was a bat, and beyond that, in the sky, she saw thousands of stars.

Mary Grand

#36. Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.

James Joyce

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

Jack Bunbury

#38. Perhaps these ancient observatories like Stonehenge perennially impress modern people because modern people have no idea how the Sun, Moon, or stars move. We are too busy watching evening television to care what's going on in the sky.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

#39. Stepping inside Daisy's Diner, I was greeted by Rachel, the evening waitress, who side-eyed me as I walked in with Jeremiah. A cautious smile tugged at the corners of her mouth when she saw us. She winked at me as she grabbed the menus,

Sky Shifter

#40. All we did for the rest of that evening was sing, the dying sun pitched in a corner of the sky as faint as a nipple on the chest of a teenage girl a distance away.

Chigozie Obioma

#41. Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

#42. For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#43. My eyes always keep searching,
for something inexpressible,
above the far away sky.

I long to get lost,
inside the evening-twilight.

Silence always tickles me -
in a strange way;

I meet "me"
in the time between
sunset and darkness.

Khadija Rupa

#44. What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.

Giacomo Leopardi

#45. My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scattered on the ground - to die.

Richard Henry Wilde

#46. I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

Sanober Khan

#47. This particular evening, a giant yellow moon crested over a clear warm sky, so every fixture, the owls included, was floodlit like a carnival on its last night in town, and moon-drunk roars came from every corner. A perfect night to go out and make some dirty magic. *

Charlie Jane Anders

#48. So let us go then, you and I, while the evening spreads out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table.

Stephen King

#49. It was a lovely uneventful spring evening. The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night. When

Haruki Murakami

#50. The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder to our eyes!

Hannah Flagg Gould

#51. I was out walking the other evening. This fellow accosted me, and asked if that was the moon up there in the sky. I replied that I had no idea, as I was a stranger there myself.

Chic Murray

#52. No: she is one of us, and what she said and did on that April evening was, like the warm sunlit sky, enough: for me, for the end of winter, for the infinite possibilities of the human heart.

Andre Dubus

#53. Early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Alice Hoffman

#54. I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold
though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

Emily Dickinson

#55. How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#56. Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.

Markus Zusak

#57. Afar in the southwest was the great shimmering, pearl-like sparkle of an evening star in a sky that was pale golden and ethereal rose over gleaming white spaces and dark glens of spruce

L.M. Montgomery

#58. It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

Sarah Addison Allen

#59. This is an age of superstition and wishful thinking. The sky is full of evening's empires, and every one of them is founded on sand.

Paul McAuley

#60. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

T. S. Eliot

#61. The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.

Nicholas Sparks

#62. The evening stretches out against the sky, I thought. Like a patient etherized upon a table. I grinned to myself. Live fast, die young, and have a literate corpse.

Robert B. Parker

#63. The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Bill Vaughan