D. H. Lawrence Quotes

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

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

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.

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

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.

After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.

Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

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.

An evening wind uprose too, and the slighter branches cracked and rattled as they moved, in skeleton dances, to its moaning music.

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.

I collect my tools: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, intellect. Night has fallen.

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

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

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

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

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.

Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.

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

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.