Quotes by Twilight What does he plant who plants a tree? Henry Cuyler Bunner twilightmothersong Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling. Haruki Murakami tinyconsciousnesstwilight I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilighttimelove Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilightsummerbeautiful The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow departedtwilightjoy How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilightmorningbeautiful Age is opportunity no less than youth itself. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow happy-birthdaytwilightopportunity To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilighttimedoors The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow life-and-lovestarstwilight I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment - Haruki Murakami lonelinesstwilightthinking The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilightblowwind I started to meditate formally at about 18. I would sit on a mountaintop in Southern California around twilight and focus on my third eye. Everything would become still and rings of light would appear, and I'd go through them. I would be beyond time and space. Frederick Lenz californiaeyetwilight Methinks some creeds in vestries and churches do forget the hunter wrapped in furs by the Great Slave Lake, and that the Esquimauxsledges are drawn by dogs, and in the twilight of the northern night the hunter does not give over to follow the seal and walrus on the ice. They are of sick and diseased imaginations who would toll the world's knell so soon. Cannot these sedentary sects do better than prepare the shrouds and write the epitaphs of those other busy living men? The practical faith of all men belies the preacher's consolation. Henry David Thoreau twilightdogwriting The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow goldendonetwilight What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow regrettwilightsweet The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilightcloudsfall The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow romancelandtwilight Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilightspiritualfeelings The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilighthandsfall 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. Howard Thurman naturetwilightdark«345678910111213»
