Quotes About Sunset And Moon

#1. When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Mahatma Gandhi

#2. When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

Rumi

#3. I live. I write. I watch old movies. I read. I watch the sunset. I watch the moon rise.

W.P. Kinsella

#4. Josie, like Gretchen, isn't afraid of blood. What woman would be?

Chelsea Cain

#5. The moon was through to the sunset side of the gap, but its light was hardly noticeable on the earth for the ruddy brilliance of the firelight.

William Golding

#6. I'd say that after my father passed my writing changed, it went deeper. Most would say 'matured' but I don't think I'd use that word in relation to my progress. I think 'change' is a little more accurate.

Rick Springfield

#7. Because God the Sonnets is made of the energy of the Holy Spirit, He is the door for us to enter the Kingdom of Heaven...The Buddha is also described as a door, a teacher, who shows us the way in this life.

Thich Nhat Hanh

#8. I like the idea of trying to write a book in every genre.

China Mieville

#9. When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator.

Robin S. Sharma

#10. An amber sunset, a flowing river, a snow capped mountain, a beautiful heart, a calm mind, deep eyes, the moon, the earth and the sky - they are all silent. It's the words that give them meaning, decipher their essence and share their message.

Rashmit Kalra

#11. I have an affinity for writing in the first person. I love the intimacy of being dropped inside the character.

Sue Monk Kidd

#12. Everyone has their parent's [music] collection which is strongly influences what you listen to as a kid. You have no choice. You have to listen to whatever they're bumpin. I grew up with what they listened to a lot.

Ryan Lewis

#13. I did find out about the koalas and how eucalyptus makes them high and why they sleep all day. They're little druggies.

Kristen Bell

#14. The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#15. Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often to be noticed) it seemed like a weaker sun. It gave, not the sense of bright moonshine, but rather of a dead daylight.

G.K. Chesterton

#16. The moon is too old, the flower is too old;even the sunset is not enough. The only relevant metaphor for you is your mirror image.

Amit Kalantri

#17. Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up, she was shitting brown water. The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.

George R R Martin

#18. A statement made from the heart has an aroma, it has lights, it has earth and
sun and moon. It is colorful and it grasps the attention of those around you,
like the sunset.

Beth Johnson

#19. As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.

Daniel J. Rice

#20. Beware of flatterers, especially when they come preaching hatred.

Albert Einstein

#21. A preoccupation with the future not only prevents us from seeing the present as it is but often prompts us to rearrange the past.

Eric Hoffer

#22. That bright blue ball rising over the moon's surface, containing everything we hold dear - the laughter of children, a quiet sunset, all the hopes and dreams of posterity - that's what's at stake. That's what we're fighting for. And if we remember that, I'm absolutely sure we'll succeed.

Barack Obama

#23. Strategy is worthless unless you can act on it.

Nathan Shedroff

#24. Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.

Madison Cawein

#25. When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.

Arundhati Roy