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Sunset Quotes (page 8)

S. E. Hinton quote: "It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that..."
It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too. S. E. Hinton
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. F. Scott Fitzgerald
A land not mine, stillforever memorable, the waters of its oceanchill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays barethe rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the dayis ending, or the world, or ifthe secret of secrets is inside me again. Anna Akhmatova
...but don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God... J. D. Salinger
The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? I might as well try to will the sunset over there to my brother's children. We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it--for a little while. Willa Cather
It was the afternoon of the day and the afternoon of his life, and his course was now westward down all the mountains into the sunset. [speaking about Ralph Waldo Emerson] John Muir
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if not happier, than at least more active, less hesitant, less distracted by trivia. I wish it had more shape. I wish t were about love, or about sudden realizations important to one’s life, or even about sunsets, birds, rainstorms, or snow. I’m sorry there is so much pain in this story. I’m sorry it’s in fragments, like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force. But there is... Margaret Atwood
Only a few more weeks till spring . . . and a few more weeks then till summer . . . and holidays . . . and Green Gables . . . and golden sunlight on Avonlea meadows . . . and a gulf that will be silver at dawn and sapphire at noon and crimson at sunset . . . and you. L. M. Montgomery
Suzanne Collins quote: "Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say."A bit more muted," he says...."
Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say."A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset. Suzanne Collins
From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order... Mervyn Peake
But at sunset the clouds gathered again, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us layer by layer. Edith Wharton
Sara Teasdale quote: "I am the pool of gold. When sunset burns and dies--You are my..."
I am the pool of gold. When sunset burns and dies--You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold Sara Teasdale
Pablo Neruda quote: "My soul is an empty carousel at sunset."
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. Pablo Neruda
But art is not simply works of art; it is the spirit that knows Beauty, that has music in its soul and the color of sunsets in its headkerchiefs; that can dance on a flaming world and make the world dance, too. W. E. B. Du Bois
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. L. M. Montgomery

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