Top 178 Dusk Quotes & Sayings

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Last updated on December 3, 2024.
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk.
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky
'Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk,' that's my big Emperor album. — © Rob Halford
'Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk,' that's my big Emperor album.
I feel like an aeroplane at the end of its flight, in the dusk, with the petrol running out, in search of a safe landing.
It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk.
The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.
O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.
I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.
Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.
Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
True spiritual life depends not on probing our feelings and thoughts from dawn to dusk but on 'looking off' to the Savior!
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object. — © Albert Camus
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.
If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.
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.
The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering".
...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.
Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair.
The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.
Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.
Eat in the dark the bargain that you purchased in the dusk.
Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer by the fence, as one, disturb me to tears this autumn dusk.
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.
The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.
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.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk)
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts with rum.
I'm loving every second working with the brilliant Kayvan Novak; it's a hoot from dawn to dusk!
WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.
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 — © Phil Harding
From dawn to dusk, winter to spring, summer & autumn; the contrasts of nature refresh the mind & renew our sense of balance
He who would reproach an author for obscurity should look into his own mind to see whether it is quite clear there. In the dusk the plainest writing is illegible.
A person with normal eyesight would have nothing to know in the way of 'Impressionism' unless he were in a blinding light or in the dusk or dark.
There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul.
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." (Between the Dusk of a Summer Night, 13-16)
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.
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 just write from dawn to dusk.
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
Surely no one can be sure he has visited Cienega; people say to themselves, do they not: 'Was it a vision; or have I, some time or other, seen dusk in a valley like this?'
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.
What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk. — © Honore de Balzac
What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.
My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.
And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.
Skateboarding was the only thing I was ever good at. Growing up, I was doing that from, like, dusk till dawn.
You said I was your number-one pick." "And you are. In our hearts. Alphabetically, though, Dusk comes before you.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.
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.
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
Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.
He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.
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