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The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always- greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.
The searing light of morning
Asks unwelcome questions,
Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.
This morning I wake to the blue-white light of an approaching spring in New York: the kind of light that promises it will not be this cold forever.
Everything sounds fairer in the daylight.
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.
Daylight Savings
Like the money the light
doesn't go
as far these days
Moonlight is sunlight turned into moonlight
The sun is the sacred morning light.
That time of day when the sun hasn't come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It's an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you've been given another chance to get it right.
Only those who live and sleep in the open fully realize the beauty of dawn and moonlight and starlight.
This is the unforgiving light of the morning, time to drop the illusion.
You must not look in that mirror at your doughy legs and flat feet, for today is about dreams and illusions, and unfiltered natural daylight is the enemy of dreams.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.
The sun is setting, the sky is a tumult of oranges, reds and violets.
This is the most beautiful night of all, the lightning filled night: day, compared to it, is night.
In the grueling light that passed for day...
When handling the ball, I always would look for daylight, wherever there was daylight.
Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality. But, there is, unseen by most, an Underworld, a place that is just as real, but not as brightly lit, a Dark side. The Dark Side is always there, waiting for us to enter, waiting to enter us. Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight!
Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.
in winter's watered-down light - just
Every moment, the sunlight
is totally empty and totally full.
The sun pours out like wine.
O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest,
When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.
Twilight ...
Say, who you are !!
The dusk before the night
Or the dawn before the light
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When the sun shines wondrously in the morning, even the shadows in our mind start running away!
Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.
Truth is a naked and open daylight
Deep darkness precedes the dawn of brightness light.
Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
Sunlight streams out of the lucid mind.
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
... On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden ...
Moonlight and sunlight in our memory are presented before all else, not as sensory contents, but as a certain type of symbiosis, a certain manner that the outside has of invading us, a certain manner that we have of receiving it.
Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.
It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?
[It's] funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the daytime.
The fact is that I find in the day's light, in this diffused, pale, almost shadowless luminosity, a darkness deeper than the night's.
Daylight won't protect you from anything. Bad things happen all the time; they don't wait until after dinner
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is
as the light called human life is
at its coming and its going.
Lightness can be found after the dark; appreciated when seldom seen.
Sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain
are given;and given is how beautifully snow)
What time is it?"
"One o'clock."
I nearly spit out some soda. "In the
afternoon?"
"No. In the morning. Don't let that damn
sunlight fool you. It lies.
Morning sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighting the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
When you anxiously await to emerge from deep darkness, you will realize the beauty of light.
We first observe how dreary and disagreeable an overclouded day is when a single sunbeam pierces through, and offers to us the exhilarating splendor of a serene hour.
The daylight schooled the senses and the night-time developed the wits, stretched the imagination, sharpened fantasy, hammered home the memory and altered the whole scale of values.
All light is available light.Light-- Paul Strand
Lights and shadows wait for the end of the day to give their best performances!
We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise last but a few minutes.
But its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally.
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
The golden hour
that hour of sunshine where the world looks the way it looks in your dreams.
When I wake up, the dying light of the day makes everything seem to matter, from the yellowing sky to the stalks of grass above my head, waving in slow motion like a beauty queen.
Post Tenebras Lux. After Darkness, Light.
The night is also a sun.
Sometimes, the darkest part of the morning is just before dawn
The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..
It was that time of dusk when there is a - deepening of the interior shadows. It is a melancholy time: all you need do is switch on one lamp and the inside and the outside will separate, held apart by the reflections in the glass, and evening will begin.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.
Sunrise - a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.
Be the sun breaking through the clouds.
Bedtime is daytime,
and we come into bloom
after midnight.
A day with out sun shine is like ... night
In the full light of day, I don't want to think about the sunset.
In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.
The quickest way for anyone to reach the sun and the light of day is not to run west, chasing after the setting sun, but to head east, plunging into the darkness until one comes to the sunrise.
There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.
The shadow proves the sunshine.
Time is purple / Just before night.
Even though it was past eight, there was still some light left - it was one of those long summer twilights that seem to go on forever, the light somehow tinged with blue. I
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold
Artificial lights gleaming brilliantly in the dark, all along ever street, because Earth residents seem to consider day and night as mere states of mind.
Dawn crept up out of the trees, defining a bole, a burl, a leaf at a time the world he'd spent the night trying to comprehend. But what would daylight offer except the illusion of understanding? At least in darkness you were spared the pretending.
I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.
You could look at the work of any Dutch master for an idea of the morning light we cycle through. There is a white cleanness to it, a rinsed quality. It's a sober light, without, for example, any of the orange particulate glow you get from the Mediterranean sun.
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 like a living thing.
Now she's lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night
Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.
Charming hour of the day, particularly when, as sometimes happens, it is also that of the setting sun whose last rays, raking the street from end to end, lend to my cenotaph an interminable shadow, astraddle of the gutter and the sidewalk.
One day I noticed that I could go on working my art motif no matter what the weather might be. I no longer needed the sun, for I took my light everywhere with me.
Love prefers twilight to daylight.
Daylight was coming outside, but it was not only that: courage cast its own light.
The daylight, he remembered, was a sort of medicine. Truly nothing was as acute or upsetting in the first light of day.
The grand show is eternal
It is always sunrise somewhere
Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world.
Morning arrives and that's it.
Sunlight darkens the earth.
The morning sunshine brings the message that life is so bright and beautiful that the darkness of night has no power to hide it.
The sun rises at midnight.
Delicious instants, before one's eyes get used to the dark.
The sun was still out, wouldn't even start to set for an hour, but the early evening still had that "magic hour" feeling. The air was warm and breezy. The houses looked sparkling with windows reflecting the still bright sun.
Daylight crept through the trees like an army of crafty boys.
AS THE AFTERNOON PROGRESSES, our shadows grow longer. At night, in the dark, we become our shadows.
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
Amid the gray, an incongruous band of daytime blue asserts itself. To the west, a pink sun already begins its descent. The effect is of three isolated aspects, distinct phases of the day. All of it, strewn across the horizon, is contained in his vision.
The spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness.
The Bright Blessed Day, the Dark Sacred Night
You cannot, in human experience, rush into the light. You have to go through the twilight into the broadening day before the noon comes and the full sun is upon the landscape.
One sunny moment, moving inexorably toward sepia.
Each morning offers lessons in light. For the morning light teaches the most basic of truths: Light chases away darkness.
When the light has fled but the stars have not yet shown themselves. That is the gloaming, the loveliest and saddest hour of the day.
It wasn't as if a light had suddenly blinked on; it was more like a sunrise, where the sky grows lighter and lighter, almost imperceptibly, before you realized it was morning.
Outside the windows, everything is getting darker. First the yellow dies from the light, then the green and pink. The world is a blue version of itself, momentarily, before the blue snuffs out, too and it is all night.