{"quotes":[{"text":"In between waking up from bed in the morning and going back in the evening, let something happen. God will bless that “something” for you.","author":"Israelmore Ayivor","tags":["action","actions","awake","bed","better-you","dawn","dusk","evening","food-for-thought","get-up","god","god-bless-you","israelmore-ayivor","kill-the-sleep","midday","midnight","morning","night","noon","personal-development","sleep","sleeping","something","success","wake-up","waking-up"],"id":561,"author_id":"Israelmore+Ayivor"},{"text":"I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.","author":"Charles Baudelaire","tags":["dusk","evening","night","winter"],"id":1066,"author_id":"Charles+Baudelaire"},{"text":"The light is amber, the air still; the daylilies have folded in on themselves. Soon, the hooded blue of dusk will fall, followed by the darkness of night and the sky writing of the stars, indecipherable to us mortals, despite our attempts to force narrative upon them.","author":"Elizabeth Berg","tags":["air","amber","daylilies","dusk","night","stars"],"id":22976,"author_id":"Elizabeth+Berg"},{"text":"There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.","author":"Ed Gorman","tags":["angst","dusk","loneliness","melancholy"],"id":66241,"author_id":"Ed+Gorman"},{"text":"As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a leaky boat. Well, except for that fact that boats are not generally round, orange and on fire. Hmm. Come to think of it, in no way whatsoever did the sun, in this instance, resemble a leaky boat. My apologies. That was a dreadful attempt at simile. Please allow me to try again. As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a self-luminous, gaseous sphere comprised mainly of of hydrogen and helium.","author":"Cuthbert Soup","tags":["boat","dusk","funny","simile","sink","sun","sunset"],"id":79206,"author_id":"Cuthbert+Soup"},{"text":"It's six o'clock; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down not three-quarters up - and the night begins.('New York Blues').","author":"Cornell Woolrich","tags":["alcohol","drink","dusk","evening","night"],"id":85642,"author_id":"Cornell+Woolrich"},{"text":"Twilight, the only time of the day when the light and dark meet and become one. The bright powerful light of the day, calmly surrenders before the engulfing duskiness of the night. And the dense whelming darkness of the night yields before the surreal dawning saffron of the morning. The only two moments of the day that absolve the difference between ‘dark and light’. (Page 71).","author":"Neena Verma","tags":["dark","dawn","dusk","light","light-and-darkness","surrender","twilight"],"id":86750,"author_id":"Neena+Verma"},{"text":"The sun was still out, wouldn’t even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that “magic hour” feeling. The air was warm and breezy. The houses looked sparkling with windows reflecting the still bright sun.","author":"Victoria Kahler","tags":["dusk","magic","sunset","twilight"],"id":103989,"author_id":"Victoria+Kahler"},{"text":"The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon.","author":"H. Rider Haggard","tags":["dawn","dusk","heavens","horizon","life","mist","moon","night","observation","place","sea","setting","stars","sunrise","sunset"],"id":117771,"author_id":"H.+Rider+Haggard"},{"text":"Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.","author":"Fennel Hudson","tags":["alone","dusk","freedom","isolation","nature","reflection","silence","wild"],"id":134632,"author_id":"Fennel+Hudson"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":35,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}