"And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing."
- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet ... See MoreSee Less

"When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns."
- James Joyce, Dubliners ... See MoreSee Less

"During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come."
- Joan Didion, Blue Nights ... See MoreSee Less

"It is all the difference between the colours of fireworks that have their back to the vault of night and the colours of church windows that have their back to the day."
- G.K. Chesterton, Robert Louis Stevenson ... See MoreSee Less

"Monuments, like men, submit to fate."
- Alexander Pope ... See MoreSee Less

"The evening hour, too, gives us the irresponsibility which darkness and lamplight bestow."
- Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting ... See MoreSee Less

"The air no longer rolls its long, unhappy, purple waves over us. We touch earth; we tread ground."
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves ... See MoreSee Less

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."
- Albert Camus ... See MoreSee Less

"Rows of treacherous steps, and a notorious wind-tunnel effect which could blow over the unwary on the wrong day."
- Ian Rankin, Fleshmarket Close ... See MoreSee Less

"November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear."
- Sir Walter Scott, Marmion ... See MoreSee Less

"The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave."
- Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death ... See MoreSee Less

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
- William Shakespeare, The Tempest ... See MoreSee Less

"The sun was sinking. The hard stone of the day was cracked and light poured through its splinters."
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves ... See MoreSee Less

"The rays of the gas-lamps, feeble at first in their struggle with the dying day, had now at length gained ascendancy, and threw over every thing a fitful and garish lustre."
- Edgar Allan Poe, The Man of the Crowd ... See MoreSee Less

"When I had ceased for an hour or so to take any trouble about the matter, I found myself on a swing-bridge looking down at some dark locks in some dirty water."
- Charles Dickens, The Uncommercial Traveller ... See MoreSee Less