Sunset Quotes

“But as long as we all practice kindness wherever we go and don’t stop to wonder at this a so marvellous and stunning world our very existence won’t have been wasted. Not in the slightest! So let’s have a lovely drink, hug each other and cry at the sight of the beautiful sunset that we are about to witness! And then go home, get some sleep and do it all over again!”
― Ryan Gelpke, 2018: Our Summer of Creeping Boredom and Beautiful Shimmering

“The sun sets and it is another reminder of the sheer fragility of time, a reminder that death and decay are always closer than we think”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Nights

“The sunset reminds me of me as a person. But not the current me. No, the one from before last night, when I was a more orange version of myself.”
― Jarod Kintz, Eggs, they’re not just for breakfast

“I thought it was the quiet screwing with my imagination, and the isolation, and the bigness of it--how much of the world I could see laid out in front of me. And how time seemed to be holding its breath. As if everything would stay the way it was forever, with sunset not more than forty minutes away and the sun sitting red over the horizon and that faded clarity in the air. I thought it was those things that were making me see faces where there was nothing but coincidence. I think differently now, but now it's too late.”
― Stephen King, N.

“The ocean at sunset, a sea of honey holding wax ships sailed by bees”
― Michelle Cuevas

“The expression of having to pinch yourself never made sense to me—until now. Because that is precisely how I feel; everything feels so right. Perfect. And that is a feeling I haven’t experienced in a long time.”
― Leslea Wahl, Charting the Course

“The sun is a respectful and polite player; when the time comes, she leaves the stage to make room for the magnificent show of the stars and the full moon!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“As the sun melts and the sunset sky unfolds, the glow and glamor of society gently drop--and the spoken words die to bring out the unspoken thinker in you--the sage, the seeker in search of deeps...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“She missed the evenings most of all: the grapefruit sun hovering above the prairie, dismissing the day with unpredictable strokes of cantaloupe, fuchsia, and violet.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“The end of our journey impended. Great fields stretched on both sides of us; a noble wind blew across the occasional immense tree groves and over old missions turning salmon pink in the late sun. The clouds were close and huge and rose.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“The sunset is nature's artistic warning to us, an ingenious reminder of the universe: Appreciate the light very well, because it can suddenly disappear from your life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The sun rises for everyone, sets for everyone, it does not distinguish between good people and bad people, maybe we can call this injustice because it does not favor the good people, but maybe we can say this: Every day the sun gives the bad people a chance to be good!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Every moment was a salutary illusion,
to confuse the sunset from late hours
with the golden fields of sunflowers,
to then merge in its awakening fusion.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot Love: When A Call From The Other Side Takes Its Own Side

“Does the horizon ever wonder if the stars are lonely in their walk?

Does the Sun ever wonder if the Sunset's just another smile of a day gone by, only to let the moon find her solace in a tapestry of Solitude all over again?”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“To sense a poem in the blush of a sunset is to sense the finer feelings of life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The day was fading. The sun was a ball of red gas, flattened at the top and bottom, sitting above the western horizon. The river was a long, bloody snake in its reflected glow, eight or ten miles distant, but the sound of it carrying to me on the still evening air. Blue-gray woods rose behind it in a series of ridges to the far horizon. I couldn't see a single house or road. Not a bird sang. It was as if I'd been tumbled back four hundred years in time. Or four million. The first white streamers of groundmist were rising out of the hay--which was high. Nobody had been in there to cut it, although that was a big field, and good graze. The mist came out of the darkening green like breath. As if the earth itself was alive.”
― Stephen King, N.

“လိမ္မော်ရောင် တိမ်စိုင်တို့နှင့် ထွက်ခွာလုလု ရောင်နီကို တားဆီးလိုက်ချင်လှသည်။ ခြောက်နာရီမထိုးမီ အချိန်လေးကို သက်တမ်းရှည်စေလိုသည်။”
― Khine Soe Lung, လက်အရိုးပါ၍ရေးသောစာများ

“The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window.”
― Mafi Tahereh, Shatter Me

“Cesca sat on the small square at the top of her steps, legs outstretched and the last of the wine in her hand as she caught the final rays from the fast-melting sun, which was oozing from the sky”
― Karen Swan, The Rome Affair

“Someone who despises the sunset as an ordinary thing will one day see such a sunset that he will have to apologize to the sun by looking at it with extraordinary admiration!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“As daylight sinks, a new light reveals--the light of the otherworld where there is no hatred, no prejudice, no torment--only an utter delight, a euphoria, a sense of paradise..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“To sense the beauty of these tender moments... is to experience life even when daylight sinks to a sunset phase...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Secretly, he was ashamed of himself for allowing a girl such as her to have so much sway over his feelings. He was rarely prone to obsession, and, frankly, wasn’t used to it. But the thought of him being with her was warm on his mind, an idea that first began with a sunset and then floated over to just above his heart, where it settled into an easy flame. Maybe that’s the way it was with love—it began in a most inconspicuous way before consuming the totality of one’s life.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyevh

“If you remain indifferent to the sunset, wouldn't you be more insensitive than an animal that watches the sun set with admiration?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“In the depths of my longing, there comes the tides of love and a dream I once had as the sky breaks in the blush of a sunset. The hushed evening moments, how I devour it with the longing of a starving deep, to pen a poem with unflinching desire..pushing through what is unmet in this life and there comes the raw prose, the unfading emotions to surface that lived in my soul for ages.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Over the city, under the Hollywood sign
City lights are flickering, like a million fireflies
He turns up the radio and says to me
Remember this old melody?
Hot Cali sunshine, radiating late June
Driving up the coastline, top down, me and you
Seashells, sand angels, taking in the sunset
Baby I’m dreaming of when we first met”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“I land on hard wood planks, bouncing onto my bottom and thighs.
I am sprawled on my back,
staring up at the golden flowered handrail
of the footbridge ...

You are leaning on the handrail with one arm,
pulling fiercely at your hair.
A striking, handsome subject,
against a backdrop of the pink and purple hues of sunset.”
― Susan L. Marshall

“When the sun sets, you can forget about the sun because that scene is over, that play is over! Now a new time has begun, a new game has begun! Look at what the new game brings, what the new conditions are; don’t focus on the past, the sun is in the past! Now is the time to understand and experience the time of twilight and darkness and what they will bring to you!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The spread of love as sunset paints a blush on the sky and there unfolds the truth of life, that there is a beauty even in the final hours...the last embrace of a farewell moment...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The clouds and the shafts of skyscrapers against them were turning brown, like an old painting in oil, the color of a fading masterpiece. Long streaks of grime ran from under the pinnacles down the slender, soot-eaten walls. High on the side of a tower there was a crack in the shape of a motionless lightning, the length of ten stories. A jagged object cut the sky above the roofs; it was half a spire, still holding the glow of the sunset; the gold leaf had long since peeled off the other half. The glow was red and still, like the reflection of a fire: not an active fire, but a dying one which it is too late to stop.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged