Sunset Quotes

Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?

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.

For most of us free-thinking, wild hearts, our relationship with God or the Universe will go through peaks and valleys – transforming into new concepts and beliefs, completely disappearing, at times, only then to instantly explode back into existence by something even as small as a sunset!

I see there is a good deal of grandiloquence in my book - my friends and foes have told me. I think it must be true, for there is a good deal of grandiloquence in me - and in nature also: I saw a sunset last evening that was a gross imposition upon modesty.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Admire the efforts of a failure like you admire the beauty of a sunset.

Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset.

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.

Love is light for the soul.

Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under!

The glories and the beauties of form, color, and sound unite in the Grand Canyon - forms unrivaled even by the mountains, colors that vie with sunsets, and sounds that span the diapason from tempest to tinkling raindrop, from cataract to bubbling fountain.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.
But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.

A 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. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.