A Quote by Beverley Nichols

Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And we bade it stoop and stay. And what with the dawn of night began With the dusk of day was done; For that is the way of woman and man, When a hazard has made them one. Arc upon arc, from shade to shine, The World went thundering free; And what was his errand but hers and mine - The lords of him, I and she? O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one.
I'm loving every second working with the brilliant Kayvan Novak; it's a hoot from dawn to dusk!
There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
I just write from dawn to dusk.
Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.
True spiritual life depends not on probing our feelings and thoughts from dawn to dusk but on 'looking off' to the Savior!
Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.
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.
Skateboarding was the only thing I was ever good at. Growing up, I was doing that from, like, dusk till dawn.
jukeboxes, radio and television, going from dawn to dusk, help spread the poison of synthetic, artificial, rhythmical noise.
From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance
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.
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.
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