Ryan Adams Quotes

Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

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

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

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.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

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

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.

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

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

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 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.

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.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

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

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.