I did not imagine that pregnant women were ‘naturally’ any more sensitive or exalted than people in any other condition; only it seemed as if — perhaps because we are in such a twilight state, a melting down and reconstituting of the self — there was more opportunity to hear strains from what must be the other side, the moral music of the sphere.
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… it is a mistake to talk of the twilight of age, or the blurred sight of old people. The long day grows clearer at its close, and the petty fogs of prejudice which rose between us and our fellows in youth melt away as the sun goes down. At last we see God’s creatures as they are.
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At twilight / we are all / at twilight / we are / at twilight / we are all orphans.
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Whenever you are in Paris at twilight in the early summer, return to the Seine and watch the evening sky close slowly on a last strand of daylight fading quietly, like a sigh.
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Spirit of twilight, through your folded wings / I catch a glimpse of your averted face, / And rapturous on a sudden, my soul sings, / Is not this common earth a holy place?
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Seeing twilight fall should be prescribed by doctors.
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… the loons … were high-strung birds, and one could believe that love was, for them, a very disturbing experience. During the night, in the lucent twilight, their cries spread without pause over the ice and the tundra. They were cries close to human tones, and sounding as if they expressed wild dismay. … The night seemed to pulse with grief, hopeless and inconsolable.
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Twilight was the worst hour, because it was the hour of indecision.
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Floating slowly above landscape and civilization, through the fathoms of sky one is left breathless in a world that’s curiously silent but for the shaken blankets of the wind and the occasional sighs of hot air. What a treat to stroll through the veils of twilight, to float across the sky like a slowly forming thought. Flying an airplane, one usually travels the shortest distance between two points. Balloonists can dawdle, lollygag, cast their fate to the wind, and become part of the ebb and flow of nature, part of the sky itself, held aloft like any bird, leaf, or spore. In that silent realm, far from the mischief and toil of society, all one hears is the urgent breathing of the wind and, now and then, an inspiring gasp of hot air.
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Inside, the cathedral is a Gothic forest dappled in violet twilight and vast with quiet.
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Of the white bears, all in a dim blue world / Mumbling their meals by twilight …
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When twilight drops her curtain down. And pins it with a star / Remember that you have a friend / Though she may wander far.
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It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth’s almost agonised livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights …
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Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the life of day without its labor, and the rest of night without its slumber, it is the lovely and languid hour of twilight.
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Now twilight lets her curtain down / And pins it with a star.
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… if you can get through the twilight, you’ll live through the night.
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Spring never comes abruptly; it makes promises in a longer twilight or a day of warmer sunshine, and then takes them back in a dark week of storm. It gives presages–a thaw, a swelling of maple buds, a greening of grass, a flash of bird wing; then snow falls and winter returns. Again and again spring is here and not here. But fall comes in one day, and stays.
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