Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
Roberto BolañoOne might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and pearls, the day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and with the same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats on the floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars, tinkling, darting, succeeded the lumber of vans; and here and there among the thick foliage of the squares an intense light hung. I resign, the evening seemed to say, as it paled and faded above the battlements and prominences, moulded, pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was beginning. I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets into the sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.
Virginia WoolfMots clés party sunset london revelry
Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the tree-tops); scarcely has the last glint still dancing on the burnished metal heights of the tall towers ceased to fade, like a still glowing coal in a spent brazier, which whitens gradually beneath the ashes, and soon is indistinguishable from the abandoned hearth, than a fearful murmur rises amongst them, their teeth chatter with despair and rage, they hasten and scatter in their dread, finding witches everywhere, and ghosts. It is night... and Hell will gape once more.
Charles NodierMots clés fear night hell dusk sunset witches ghosts
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
Ursula K. Le GuinMots clés dragons sunset content reminiscence
I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night.
Erin McCarthyMots clés romantic night sunset vegas-vampires
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...
Anna GodbersenMots clés love beauty colors sunset first-love
During winter sunsets, standing on a promontory so I saw the scenic sea as a surface rather than a line and, as coal-boats appeared from all sides of the horizon, I thought that, as they opened their portholes, they would throw their coals onto this fire. They swarmed over the ocean like blowflies ready to devour the decomposed star, and the blank gesture of a cloud fanned them.
Georges LimbourMots clés sunset
When sunset, like a crimson throat to hell, is cavernous...
(“A Wine of Wizardry”)
Mots clés sunset
Mouse-brained fool
Erin HunterMots clés sunset
Oh, I forgot to tell you the rest of it
—he’s a widower now, so they can ride off together into the sunset, their wedding rings glinting.
Mots clés love marriage comedy sunset
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