Sunsets Quotes

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Every time you wake up and ask yourself, What good things am I going to do today?, remember that when the sun goes down at sunset, it will take a part of your life with it.

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

Know what you want to do, hold the thought firmly, and do every day what should be done, and every sunset will see you that much nearer to your goal.

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

I always say that the times in my life when I've been happiest are the times when I've seen, like, a sunset.

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

Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.

I don't know what you could say about a day in which you have seen four beautiful sunsets.

If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.

For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm.

Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you.

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.

But beauty seen is never lost, God

Just as we could have rode into the sunset, along came the Internet, and it tripled the significance of the PC.

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.

We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.

Marriage is the sunset of love.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,And coming events cast their shadows before.

We have all eternity to celebrate our victories, but only one short hour before sunset in which to win them.

Instead of sailing off into the sunset, he hopes to sail into the next century.

I had hoped to let the one-half cent sales tax sunset this year, but we do not believe revenues will grow as fast as we hoped for the rest of the year.

The true purpose of education is to teach a man to carry himself triumphant to the sunset.

There is nothing is more musical than a sunset.

He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little - the book of Nature.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

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.

Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset;

perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.

I didn't ask for it to be over. But then again I didn't ask for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunset

The word conservative is used by the BBC as a portmanteau word of abuse for anyone whose views differ from the insufferable, smug, sanctimonious, naive, guilt-ridden, wet, pink orthodoxy of that sunset home of the third-rate minds of that third-rate decade, the nineteen-sixties.

At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?

Once while St. Francis of Assisi was hoeing his garden, he was asked, What would you do it you were suddenly to learn that you were to die at sunset today? He replied, I would finish hoeing my garden.

I envy people who can just look at a sunset.

I wonder how you can shoot it. There is nothing more grotesque to me than a vacation.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet;

a happy marriage has the tranquillity of a lovely sunset.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination;

and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.

Anyone who has had an experience of mystery knows that there is a dimension of the universe that is not that which is available to his senses. There is a pertinent saying in one of the Upanishads: When before the beauty of a sunset or of a mountain you pause and exclaim, 'Ah,' you are participating in divinity. Such a moment of participation involves a realization of the wonder and sheer beauty of existence. People living in the world of nature experience such moments every day. They live in the recognition of something there that is much greater than the human dimension.

I long for the solitude of a sunset at sea,and the chill of the breezecoming in with the eve.For the motion of my boat,as she swings on her rode,and the beauty of the stars,in the evenings last glow.

Not a single star will be left in the night.

The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one.

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glowsIn yonder West: the fair, frail palaces,The fading Alps and archipelagoes,And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.

A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.

How the old mountains drip with sunset,And the brake of dun!How the hemlocks are tipped in tinselBy the wizard sun!How the old steeples hand the scarlet,Till the ball is full, --Have I the lip of the flamingoThat I dare to tell?Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,Touching all the grassWith a departing, sapphire feature,As if a duchess pass!How a small dusk crawls on the villageTill the houses blot;And the odd flambeaux no men carryGlimmer on the spot!Now it is night in nest and kennel,And where was the wood,Just a dome of abyss is noddingInto solitude! --These are the visions baffled Guido;Titian never told;Domenichino dropped the pencil,Powerless to unfold.

The sacred lamp of dayNow dipt in western clouds his parting day.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizonLike a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape;Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forestSeemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lightingWild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along,Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughterChill as a dull face frowning on a song.Ay, but shows the South-west a ripple-feathered bosomBlown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascendScaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunsetRich, deep like love in beauty without end.

Sometimes the gods have no taste at all.

They allow sunrises and sunsets in ridiculous pink and blue hues that any professional artist would dismiss as the work of some enthsiastic amateur who'd never looked at a real sunset. This was one of those sunrises. It was the kind of sunrise a man looks at and says, 'No real sunrise could paint the sky Surgical Appliance Pink.'Nevertheless, it was beautiful.

One of the most satisfying experiences I know is fully to appreciate an individual in the same way I appreciate a sunset. When I look at a sunset...I don't find myself saying, 'Soften the orange a litle more on the right hand corner, and put a bit more purple along the base, and use a little more pink in the cloud color...' I don't try to control a sunset. I watch it with awe as it unfolds.

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.

Two golden hours somewhere between sunrise and sunset.

Both are set with 60 diamond minutes. No reward is offered. They are gone forever.