387 Quotes About Twilight

Nightfall was approaching, the light pouring away past the world’s horizon in a gradually darkening cascade.

Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom....

At twilight I went into the street. The sun hung low in the iron sky, ringed with cold plumage.If I could write to youabout this emptiness--

Oh come on,'Pheobe continued. 'You're asking for it. Pale skin, black clothes, no lunch and that whole brooding thing? It's hilarious. You should get body glitter and go after an unsuspecting freshman.''You should!' Cassidy agreed. 'Tell her you're a dangerous monster. And mention how good her blood smells.''Wrong time of the month on that one, and I'm getting slapped,' I muttered, and everyone laughed.

Some people look as if they have lost their eagerness and passion. Their aspiration seems to be exhausted and fresh inspiration has abandoned their weary mind. Life has boundlessly given them material welfare, which has fully spoiled them in the end. No energy for longing has been left, as they have reached a twilight zone. The twilight of desire. ( "Twilight of desire" )

The sunset was a splendid display. I wondered if it was showing off for my benefit or if it was often that spectacular. Rarely had I seen such a gorgeous scene; the riotous colors flamed out over the sky in shades that I had no words to describe. Birds sang their last songs of the day before tucking in for the night, and still the darkness hung back. Now, I thought, I understand the word "twilight." It was created for just this time - in this land.

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.

The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.

Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.