A Quote by Paul Auster

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since. — © Paul Auster
We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.
Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty years of silence and seclusion, it shuts him up the closer. More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows.
Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon) My mother’s doing. I’m just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have been named Cloudy Day. (Sunshine)
You don’t like Talon, do you? (Sunshine) Wish him dead every time I see him. (Zarek) I can’t tell if you mean that or not. (Sunshine) I mean it. (Zarek) Why? (Sunshine) He’s an asshole and I’ve had enough assholes in my life. (Zarek)
The wise man in the storm prays God not for safety from danger but for deliverance from fear. It is the storm within which endangers him[,] not the storm without.
If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.
Rise above the storm and you will find the sunshine.
If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine.
People were asking me how I'd feel when it all ends, on the first movie [of The Twilight Saga], and I don't think I've ever felt more completely bewildered knowing that I only have a month of Twilight stuff left to do.
If I did not see that the Lord kept watch over the ship, I should long since have abandoned the helm. But I see Him! - through the storm, strengthening the tackling, handling the yards, spreading the sails - yes more, commanding the very winds! Should I not be a coward if I abandoned my post? Let Him govern, let Him carry us forward, let Him hasten or delay; we will fear nothing!
I doubt I would ever be missed. Noted absent, charged delinquent, reprimanded but never missed.
Charity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to him but to God that the gift was made.
You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
Driving to class with him. All I could think about was that it had been three days since I'd touched his face AND HE SEEMED so fine. I said, to him "you seem like you didn't miss a beat." He looked at me and said Sabrina, I've missed so many beats, I've MADE A RhytHM.
I lived in Portland for almost 20 years, and that's where my eldest daughter went to college. I missed the sunshine. I grew up in L.A.
Depression leads him close to his wounds, but only the mourning for what he has missed, missed at the crucial time, can lead to real healing.
The harvest of the Lord’s field is seldom ripened by sunshine only. It must go through its days of wind, rain and storm.
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