Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering".

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.

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

I’ve always felt that night doesn’t fall. Night rises.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

It's not dark yet But it's getting there

Just as the setting sun turned the clouds to liquid gold.

Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.

In that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light.

The longest Day hath an Eueninge.

I hate to see the evening sun go down.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.