13 Quotes About Evening

Garden’s hush opens upan abyss at my center, still point. Someone touches me, mystery, otherness. No words are spoken, silencethe language of God.Silence, calm, hushed garden usher me into a presence, presence of my beloved. Let me rest in this quiet visit, gift that puts a beautifulend to a hectic day. Someone is with me–that is all that matters! - Evening Hush Robert Trabold

We are philosophers of our time Floating in the moon's evening glow Unknown

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness. Poppy Z. Brite

The thing, whatever it was - and no one was ever sure afterwards whether it was a dream or a fit or what - happened at that peculiar hour before dawn when human vitality is at its lowest ebb. The Blue Hour they sometimes call it, l'heure bleue - the ribbon of darkness between the false dawn and the true, always blacker than all the rest of the night has been before it. Criminals break down and confess at that hour; suicides nerve themselves for their attempts; mists swirl in the sky; and - according to the old books of the monks and the hermits - strange, unholy shapes brood over the sleeping rooftops. At any rate, it was at this hour that her screams shattered the stillness of that top-floor apartment overlooking the Pare Monceau. Curdling, razor-edged screams that slashed through the thick bedroom door. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight") . Cornell Woolrich

Within the caves of deepest longing Echoes the sounds of majestic eve! Upon the sphere of bright white skies Spreads the paint of evening colours! Silence divine, Penetrates deep Onto the void of ethereal joy! All I have is a bundle of letters That would sound nothing definite! Hold my arms to touch my warmth, O dear, whisper on my ears soft, Is silence the fall of words or Are words the wreck of silence? . Preeth Nambiar

An Evening AirI go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful. I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. . Samar Sen

Rain"Oh amiable rain Washer of treesand roofswho has prepared themforthe pink rayof evening(" Poems") Charlotte Gardelle

It is the evening that questions thus from within me. Friedrich Nietzsche

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Thomas Gray

One by one the flowers close Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon. Christina G. Rossetti

When I first broke through, there was only NBC, CBS and ABC, and they had news in the morning and in the evening - there wasn't no 24-hour news. Dick Gregory

I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it. Groucho Marx