Richard Brautigan Quotes

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

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 falls fast. Today is in the past.

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.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

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

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

Night falls fast. Today is the past.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

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

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

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

The longest Day hath an Eueninge.

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.

Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.

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.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

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.

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.

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.