Marlene Dietrich Quotes

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

The evening had turned sweet and blue.

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

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.

Working in a garden calms me down.

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.

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.

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

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes

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 whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.

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

I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red. This was the time we knew best, that stretch of day going from dusk to dark. It seemed like we were always waiting for nighttime here. I could feel the trampoline easing up and down, moved by our own breathing, bringing us in small increments up and back from the sky as the colors faded, slowly, and the stars began to show themselves.

The moment of twilight is simply beautiful.

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

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on; The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun.

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.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.