Robert Frost Quotes

Night falls fast. Today is the past.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

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

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

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.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

It's twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

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.

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

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

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

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

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.

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

... but the longest day hath its evening.

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.

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

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

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

The longest Day hath an Eueninge.