Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea.
Patrick Leigh FermorNever be too angry beyond repairs. Anger is nothing good to be part of your tributes. Are you angry with someone? The sun is sinking, just drop it now.
Israelmore AyivorTag: love peace sun joy hatred tribute unity anger sunset food-for-thought anger-management sunshine sunlight-sunset drop angry someone repair someone-like-you sunrise angry-young-man love-people bad-things repaired tributes unity-in-the-church hatred-and-imagination israelmore-ayivor anger-and-attitude not-good-enough someone-else-s-problem drops not-good peaceful-life sun-light
Perfection is a paradigm meant to keep us striving and learning and growing. Like a wondrous sunset, perfection may be beyond our reach, but it is within our view and well worth seeking after.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: progress sunset perfection learn seek grow richelle paradigm strive richelle-goodrich
I don't believe that the course of anyone's lifetime has ever been as unerring as that of the rising and setting sun, but I know many lives that have been just as inspiring.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: inspiration sun living sunset lives richelle sunrise lifetime richelle-goodrich
You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..."
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"
But the little prince made no reply.
Tag: innocence sunset lonliness
Sunset is the opening music of the night.
Mehmet Murat ildanTag: sunset
It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: darkness sunset richelle sunrise richelle-goodrich eena harrowbethain-saga
The trees were tinted exquisitely to an uncertain glory as the great red sinking sun flashed its rays on their crystal mantle. The vale of Aylesbury was drowsing beneath a slowly deepening shroud of mist. Above it the hills, their crests rounded and shaded by silver and rose coppices, seemed to have set in them great smoky eyes of flame where the last rays burned in them.
'It is like some dream world,' thought Mr. Cort. 'It is curious how, wherever the sun strikes, it seems to make an eye, and each one fixed on me; those hills, even those windows. But, judging from that mist, I shall have a slow journey home...
("Blind Man's Bluff")
Tag: natural nature sunset pagan aylesbury coppice hilld
I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.
Kristen IversenEvery sunset is a pilgrimage to the sunrise. Every time you miss the sunset, you miss the beautiful beginning of the holy journey!
Mehmet Murat ildanTag: sunset
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