This land, although not my native land, Will be remembered forever. And the sea's lightly iced, Unsalty water. The sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk, The air is heady, like wine, And the rosy body of the pines Is naked in the sunset hour. And the sunset itself on such waves of ether That I just can't comprehend Whether it is the end of the day, the end of the world, Or the mystery of mysteries in me again. . Anna Akhmatova
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...
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Nicholas Sparks
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...
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Anna Godbersen
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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Rabindranath Tagore
Each time I see a beautiful sunset or sunrise, I have to pinch myself because I can't believe that I'm awake and not dreaming.
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Anthony T. Hincks
A sunset will color your dreams. And a sunrise will color your smile. It's all God asks.
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Anthony T. Hincks
More Quotes By Anna Akhmatova
Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their nights, fragrantly resinous, Entwined with delightful mystery, They will breathe in her springlike Extraordinary beauty. But in a whirlwind of sound and fire,...
Let my heiress have full rights, Live in my house, sing songs that I composed. Yet how slowly my strength ebbs, How the tortured breast craves air. The love of my friends, my enemies' rancor And the yellow roses in my bushy garden, And a...
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.
This cruel age has deflected me, like a river from this course. Strayed from its familiar shores, my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel. How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising without me, and falling too. How many friends I never had the chance...
