![]() The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples… ANNA GODBERSEN There’s something magic about every sunset – – lovers holding hands and promising each other eternal love while the sun is sinking into the sea everyone else taking a deep breath in hope of a better tomorrow…Įnjoy the rest of your evening by checking out our list sunset quotes about love and hope.Ĭlouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. PETE WENTZ Sunset quotes about love and hope I’ve got sunsets on the insides of my eyelids. KARL SCHMIDTĪ sunset paints the sky as if there were no tomorrow. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWĮvery sunset is also a sunrise. CLAUDE DEBUSSYĮvery sunset brings the promise of a new dawn. RICHIE NORTONĪ beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. ROBERTO BOLAÑOĮvery sunset is an opportunity to reset. The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower. Pick your favorite one and make sure you share it with your friends.Ī sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night. However, we don’t always need so many words to make a good statement, so enjoy the following short sunset quotes. Great authors use hundreds of words when describing those breath-taking sunsets. The sky was a bruised red shot with black, almost exactly the colors of a tattoo. To capture a California sunset in South Pasadena is to hold an angel’s wings with bated breath. ANGIE THOMASĪs the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night. It’s that time between day and night when the sky looks like it’s on fire and mosquitoes are on the hunt. Sometimes the sunset is so beautiful, I think it might be the very last one. The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire. The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky. STEPHEN KINGĪ large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars. Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. Mine is the sultry sunset when the skies/ Tremble with strange, intolerable thunder:/ And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyes/ Draw down the soaring oracles winged with wonder. Tonight the sun has died like an Emperor… great scarlet arcs of silk… saffron… green… crimson… and the blaze of Venus to remind one of the absolute and the infinite… and along the lower rim of beauty lay the hard harsh line of the hills… JOHN COLDSTREAM
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