Setting Sun Quotes
Setting Sun Quote of the day
In America, with all of its evils and faults, you can still reach through the forest and see the sun. But we don't know yet whether that sun is rising or setting for our country.
hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.
Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.
This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.
As before the collapse, the setting sun brushed the tiles, brought out the warm brown glow on the wallpaper, and hung the shadow of the birch on the wall as if it were a woman's scarf.
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.
These days I love to take in the sunset because every time I do so I remember how lucky I am to be alive. That's a great relationship to have with the setting sun.
One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.
The diameter of each day is measured by the stretch of thought - not by the rising and setting of the sun.
Feeling indisposed towards the evening, I drove up the ancient plains. The setting sun is unspeakably beautiful, Only it is approaching nightfall.
The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on; The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun.
God lead us past the setting of the sun To wizard islands, of august surprise; God make our blunders wise.
Acts of injustice done Between the setting and the rising sun In history lie like bones, each one.
Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.
It isn't the thing you do, dear, it's the thing you leave undone which gives you a bit of heartache at the setting at the setting of the sun.
Death is like the setting of the sun. The sun never sets; life never ceases. ... we think the sun sets, and it never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease living.
My heart had melted into something akin to a sensation of happiness, peace of mind one might even say, at the realization that I had now reached the very bottom of agony.
Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?
