But afterall it's not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It'sto coinawordtheamenitiesthatcount: thesmell of the dandelions, the puff of the pipe, the click of the bat, the rain on the neck, the chill down the spine, the slow, exquisite coming on of sunset and dinner and rheumatism.
Rumbling under blackened girders, Midland, bound for Cricklewood, Puffed its sulphur to the sunset where that Land of laundries stood.1945 New Bats in Old Belfries,'Parliament Hill Fields'.
It seems far simpler to go ahead and say that the epic is a fantastic myth, that happens to be true of the material Universe, that other myths are true in terms of their cultural meaning, and that there's absolutely no problem with holding more than one story, just as there's no problem with viewing the sunset in terms of planetary rotation and spectra and nuclear fusions one moment and as visual splendor the next.ursula goodenough
Your righteous eyes, your laconic trigger-fingers people the streets with villains: as you move, the air in front of you blossoms with targets and you leave behind you a heroic trail of desolation: beer bottles slaughtered by the side of the road, bird- skulls bleaching in the sunset.margaret atwood
I must stop to lament, that we cannot evince an admiring gratitude towards other excellent things by a like readiness of quotation: that we cannot, for instance, quote a star that we have been watching; or a hue of sunset; or a friend's voice, and his shake of the hand (I had almost said heart); or a beautiful picture a Claude or Titian , for example.samuel laman blanchard
Music is a mysterious mathematical process whose elements are part of Infinity. ... There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little the book of Nature.claude debussy
That memorable day died in purple and gold, and just as the last traces of the sunset faded in the west and the star-lilies filled the sky, the full moon looked down over the rim of the valley, and the great rocks, catching the silvery glow, came forth out of the dusky shadows like very spirits.john muir
The old city, which is partially encircled by a crenelated wall, is notable for its town planning avenues; divided the city into neat rectangles, each of which specializes in certain crafts. At dusk, the sunset shaded buildings have a magical glow.Lonely Planet, in "The Cities Book: A Journey Through the Best Cities in the World", p.190
At the end of our streets is sunrise; At the end of our streets are spars; At the end of our streets is sunset; At the end of our streets the stars.George Sterling, "The City By the Sea – San Francisco", in The San Francisco Bulletin, vol. 135, no. 19 (30 November 1922), p. 14, Transcribed by Alan Gullette
The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies.Thomas J. Ouseley, The Angel of the Flowers.
It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it not stirring to understand how the world actually works that white light is made of colors, that color is the way we perceive the wavelengths of light, that transparent air reflects light, that in so doing it discriminates among the waves, and that the sky is blue for the same reason that the sunset is red? It does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it.Carl Sagan (1994) Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space p. 159
sunset greeted them when, after a wide circle to the east and south, they cleared the divide of the Contra Costa hills and began dropping down the long grade that led past Redwood Peak to Fruitvale. Beneath them stretched the flatlands to the bay, checkerboarded into fields and broken by the towns of Elmhurst, San Leandro, and Haywards. The smoke of Oakland filled the western sky with haze and murk, while beyond, across the bay, they could see the first winking lights of San Francisco.Jack London, in The Valley of the Moon (1913), book I, chapter XI
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.Alfred Tennyson, Crossing the Bar.