There is nothing more musical than a sunset.— Claude Debussy
Floundering Dusk quotations
When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.
When the sun is setting, leave whatever you are doing and watch it.
What is Music? How do you define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is the far off peal of bells at dusk! Music comes straight from the heart and talks only to the heart: it is Love! Music is the Sister of Poetry and her Mother is sorrow!
Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?
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.
Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.
When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken, Dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk.
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.
The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.
How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light
I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.
Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.
I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there's some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything.
From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn;
the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
Day offers two equally necessary sacraments - the benediction of morning and the absolution of dusk. In the morning coffee blesses and in the evening wine absolves.
Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring; O Jesus, rise in me.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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.
...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.
I was always amazed at how beautiful the light was.
At different times of the day the landscape becomes a different place. Dawn and dusk, it's a different place.
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky
Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.
If... we choose death rather than true life, God does not take away the power that He gave us. And not only does He not take it away, but He reminds us of it again and again. From the dawn till the dusk of life? For, indeed, no one can come to Christ, as He Himself said in the Gospels, unless the Father draws him (cf. Jn. 6:44).
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.
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.
Earthly joy can take but a bat-like flight, always checked, always limited, in dusk and darkness. But the love of Christ breaks through the vaulting, and leads us up into the free sky above, expanding to the very throne of Jehovah, and drawing us still upward to the infinite heights of glory.