#dusk

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#away #dawn #day #dusk #given

The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house. ↗

— Ellen Glasgow

#dusk #sunset #life

...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun. ↗

— Simon Raven

#dusk #vampires #men

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#sunset #light

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. ↗

— Alan Bennett

#else #falls #famous #knowing #known

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk. ↗

— William Arthur Ward

#blessing #curse #dawn #dusk #foe

A good day is one where I can not just read a book, but write a review of it. Maybe today I'll be able to do that. I get for some reason somewhat stronger when the sun starts to go down. Dusk is a good time for me. I'm crepuscular. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#book #day #down #dusk #get

After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. From time to time instead of this evening painting session I go bowling in one of the neighbouring villages, but not very often. ↗

— Gustav Klimt

#back #bowling #dusk #evening #from time to time

I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there's some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#all day #anything #being #dawn #day

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. ↗

— Mary Austin

#came #camp #dry #dusk #end