#suns

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river's flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God... or an artist and a writer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#artist #color #create #creating #creation

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#impermanence #sunsets #beauty

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty? ↗

— Ann Brashares

#sunshine #beauty

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#deception #los-angeles #make-believe #smog #southern-california

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #good-taste #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn’t outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business. ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#grapes #sauvignon-blanc #sunset #teller #weisel

Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colors [and then] retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper. ↗

— Adriaan Kortlandt

#nature #sunset #beauty

A growing heat, like a million blazing suns all focused on me, lit my insides. It felt like I was being cooked in the Gabriella Roast Cooker, me spinning around-and-around to heat my flesh evenly. For some reason I was having trouble comprehending the sudden change in my revolving world as I swelled with a horrible, billowing fire. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#blazing #fire #heat #kreitzer #suns

Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #guilt #minutes-before-sunset #paranormal #romance