Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

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

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

The moment of twilight is simply beautiful.

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.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.

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.

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

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

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

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

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

The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.

I'm sure partial to the evening,' Augustus said. 'The evening and the morning. If we just didn't have to have the rest of the dern day I'd be a lot happier.

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

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

The longest Day hath an Eueninge.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering".

The evening had turned sweet and blue.