daylight fading Quotes

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

I hate to see the evening sun go down.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

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.

Don't let the sun go down on me.

In books, day breaks, and night falls. In life, night rises from the ground. The day hangs on for as long as it can, bright and eager, absolutely and positively the last guest to leave the party, while the ground darkens, oozing night around your ankles, swallowing for ever that dropped contact lens, making you miss that low catch in the gully on the last ball of the last over.

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.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

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

The sacred lamp of day Now dipt in Western clouds his parting day.

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