Your light, your spirit.

I’m enjoying two beautiful visions tonight. Watching you stand there against a marvelous background has to be the most intriguing sunset I have ever experienced.

I think, well, I’ve had a shit of a life, all things considered. It wasn’t fair. Everyone I’ve ever loved is dead, and my leg hurts all the bloody time… But I think, any God...

One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”And a little later you added:”You know– one loves the sunet, when one is so sad…””Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the...

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers’ bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets...

the tired sunsets and the tired people – it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon—orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow...

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them.

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

If man really is fashioned, more than anything else, in the image of God, then clearly it follows that there is nothing on earth so near to God as a human being. The conclusion is...

The sky was as blue as orange could get. I love sunsets at noon, and forks disguised as spoons.

Eternity to the godly is a day that has no sunset; eternity to the wicked is a night that has no sunrise.

TOMORROW’S WILLSilent world, I find myself,Glad no one hears my thoughts.In dark cocoon, I hibernate,Yet spirit spills every thought.A second chance to try again.The risks I know too well.Two sunsets turning into six-Awaits tomorrow’s will.

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.

Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with...

When the devil comes knocking on your door simply say “Jesus, it’s for you.

ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are...

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.