Mary Balogh Quotes

I love watching the sunrise and sunset and the sky, the birds.

And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn," he said, lowering his voice again and narrowing his eyes and moving his head a quarter of an inch closer to hers. "And their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours. A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.

The sun will not rise or set without my notice, and thanks.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate; the willow grouse on the rock crows his challenge aloud; each floweret, chilled by the night air, expands its pure petals; the gentle breeze shakes from the blades of grass the heavy dewdrops.

I've always wanted to be able to paint the dawn.

I have the same feeling when I walk in a very beautiful place that I have when I play and it goes right.

There are so many opportunities to see the sun go down in the evening and the sun come up in the morning. The colors change on the trees, on the snow. I'm surrounded by people who are friendly and helpful.

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.

I am inspired and affected by Aspen, the light and the landscape and the natural world.

The sky is love's muse.

It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow.

I wanted everybody to see a sunrise and be knocked out by the miracle of it, the world being created every morning.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

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

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

The seconds of presence are where most inspiration comes. There are sunsets that promote it.

Music and love are the wings of the soul.

There is nothing more musical than a sunset.

I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

Beautiful things like nature inspire me. Sunrise is my favorite time of the day. A sky full of stars can be very inspiring. Quiet moments where you're alone with yourself and the beauty, nature, and majesty that God has created. That is pretty inspiring.

When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

How fair is a garden amid the toils and passions of existence.