{"quotes":[{"text":"May my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...Returningto its favorite flower.","author":"Sanober Khan","tags":["deep-thoughts","faith","flowers","hummingbird","life","poetry","poetry","profound","spiritual","sunset"],"id":885,"author_id":"Sanober+Khan"},{"text":"Perfection is a paradigm meant to keep us striving and learning and growing. Like a wondrous sunset, perfection may be beyond our reach, but it is within our view and well worth seeking after.","author":"Richelle E. Goodrich","tags":["grow","learn","paradigm","perfection","progress","richelle","richelle-goodrich","seek","strive","sunset"],"id":3399,"author_id":"Richelle+E.+Goodrich"},{"text":"When the sun goes down, melting away his caresses into the sky which consonants with the ocean, lively colors are scattered through the deep pale depth during some short sensuous instants. Later, as by art of magic, light is consumed into the infinite horizon giving space to the poked voidness and its full-cristal-covered vastness. Then, to mystify the night, a marvelous and alluring sentinel rests next to us through the vivid night, just until the next prismatic fest arrives with its celebrating aperture.","author":"Jose A. Arvide","tags":["beauty","day","fest","life","live","moon","night","ocean","paradise","paradisiac","sentinel","sky","stars","sunrise","sunset"],"id":4533,"author_id":"Jose+A.+Arvide"},{"text":"I think the true test of a pop song, for me, and I've talked to a lot of other writers about this, is you take your demo, you pop it in your car and you drive down Sunset Blvd. To Santa Monica, and that's the Hollywood car test.","author":"Ryan Tedder","tags":["sunset","song","me "],"id":4586,"author_id":"Ryan+Tedder"},{"text":"There is no place like the beach... Where the land meets the sea and the sea meats the sky.","author":"Umair Siddiqui","tags":["admiring","beach","inspiring","landscape","love","nature","ocean","peace","sea","seaside","sky","sun","sunrise","sunrise-qoutes","sunset","sunset-qouts","travel"],"id":9269,"author_id":"Umair+Siddiqui"},{"text":"One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure id that your trips to beach never end.","author":"Jasleen Kaur Gumber","tags":["beach","happiness","happy","life","motivation","nature","positive-thoughts","positivity","sun","sunset","waves"],"id":11729,"author_id":"Jasleen+Kaur+Gumber"},{"text":"There's a certain time of day after sunset when people naturally seem to feel the urge to gather by a fire or a stove or a hibachi or another common source of heat and food, and hunker down together to eat and drink. Call it the blue hour.","author":"Kate Christensen","tags":["time","sunset","together "],"id":11969,"author_id":"Kate+Christensen"},{"text":"If the boy and girl walk off into the sunset hand-in-hand in the last scene, it adds 10 million to the box office.","author":"George Lucas","tags":["sunset","girl","walk "],"id":24233,"author_id":"George+Lucas"},{"text":"The bast, dispersing in shreds in the sunset whispered 'Time has begun.' The son, Adam, stripped naked, descended into the Old Testament of his native land and arrayed himself in bast; a wreath of roadside field grass he placed upon his brow, a staff, not a switch, he pulled from the ground, flourishing the birch branch like a sacred palm. On the road he stood like a guard. The dust-gray road ran into the sunset. And a crow perched there, perched and croaked, there where the celestial fire consumed the earth.There were blind men along the dust-gray road running into the twilight. Antique, crooken, they trailed along, lonely and sinister silhouettes, holding to one another and to their leader's cane. They were raising dust. One was beard-less, he kept squinting. Another, a little old man with a protruding lip, was whispering and praying. A third, covered with red hair, frowned. Their backs were bent, their heads bowed low, their arms extended to the staff. Strange it was to see this mute procession in the terrible twilight. They made their way immutable, primordial, blind. Oh, if only they could open their eyes, oh if only they were not blind! Russian Land, awake!And Adam, rude image of the returned king, lowered the birch branch to their white pupils. And on them he laid his hands, as, groaning and moaning they seated themselves in the dust and with trembling hands pushed chunks of black bread into their mouths. Their faces were ashen and menacing, lit with the pale light of deadly clouds. Lightning blazed, their blinded faces blazed. Oh, if only they opened their eyes, oh, if only they saw the light!Adam, Adam, you stand illumined by lightnings. Now you lay the gentle branch upon their faces. Adam, Adam, say, see, see! And he restores their sight.But the blind men turning their ashen faces and opening their white eyes did not see. And the wind whispered 'Thou art behind the hill.' From the clouds a fiery veil began to shimmer and died out. A little birch murmured, beseeching, and fell asleep. The dusk dispersed at the horizon and a bloody stump of the sunset stuck up. And spotted with brilliant coals glowing red, the bast streamed out from the sunset like a striped cloak. On the waxen image of Adam the field grass wreaths sighed fearfully giving a soft whistle and the green dewy clusters sprinkled forth fiery tears on the blind faces of the blind. He knew what he was doing, he was restoring their sight.('Adam').","author":"Andrei Bely","tags":["blind","madness","messiah-complex","russia","russian","sunset"],"id":25495,"author_id":"Andrei+Bely"},{"text":"I always say that the times in my life when I've been happiest are the times when I've seen, like, a sunset.","author":"Chris Evans","tags":["sunset","my life","say "],"id":28486,"author_id":"Chris+Evans"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":210,"pages":21,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}