“ In the twilight, dreamy twilight, When the sultry day is gone, Quietly o'er vale and hillside, Tenderly as blush of dawn, Come the timid evening breezes, Sighing through the Summer leaves, Transient as thought's pencil-paintings, Sweet as weft that fancy weaves. And as shadows in the twilight Shapeful forms of faces wear, So these dainty, light-winged zephyrs, To my hearing, voices are. Voices whose sad intonations Seemingly, as flit they past, Bring to memory hopes long shattered, Blissful dreams too bright to last. ”
Twilight
Definition and stakes
Twilight, the transitional light between day and night, occurs when sunlight scatters through Earth’s atmosphere even as the Sun remains below the horizon, casting a soft, diffused glow. This liminal state has inspired a wide range of literary works: Madge Morris Wagner captures its gentle, fleeting beauty, likening it to the blush of dawn, while Clark Ashton Smith infuses it with delicate, otherworldly tones.
Bram Stoker emphasizes its enigmatic ambiguity, and Louis Couperus employs it metaphorically to represent life’s declining stages. From poetic daydreaming to profound existential contemplation, twilight’s duality—as both a natural occurrence and a symbol of change—resonates across genres, connecting the physical and the symbolic.
Quotes about “twilight”
Clark Ashton Smith,
Ebony and Crystal — Remembered Light
(1922)
“ Full of an umber twilight,I beheld that larger world;Bright was the twilight, sharp like ethereal wineAbove, but low in the clefts it thickened,Dull as with duskier tincture.Like whimsical wings outspread but unstirring,Flowers that seemed spirits of the twilightThat must pass with its passing—Too fragile for day or for darkness,Fed the dusk with more delicate hues than its own ”
Maturin M. Ballou,
The Pearl of India
“ Twilight is brief in this latitude, Night, clad in her sombre garb, following close upon the footsteps of the Day, while a soft roseate light ushers in the myriads of heavenly lamps, tremulous and luminous in their varying colors. "A fiery sunset burns itself out quickly," says the Italian proverb. Though the twilight is brief, the afterglow is often very beautiful, almost rivaling the sunset itself. ”
Bram Stoker,
The Mystery of the Sea
(1902)
“ There is a mellowed softness over everything, and all is grey in earth and sea and air. Light, however, there is in abundance at the first. The mystery of twilight, as Southerns know it, comes later on, when the night comes creeping up from over the sea, and the shadows widen into gloom. Still twilight is twilight in any degree of its changing existence; and the sentiment of twilight is the same all the world over. ”
John Galsworthy,
Studies and Essays: The Inn of Tranquility…
“ Many things I thought of, sitting there, till the sun sank below the moor line, the wind died off the clover, and the midges slept. Here and there in the iris-coloured sky a star crept out; the soft-hooting owls awoke. But still I lingered, watching how, one after another, shapes and colours died into twilight; and I wondered what the postman thought of twilight, that inconvenient state, when things were neither dark nor light; and I wondered what the sheep were thinking this first night without their coats. ”
“ The alternations of night and day grew slower and slower, and so did the passage of the sun across the sky, until they seemed to stretch through centuries. At last a steady twilight brooded over the earth, a twilight only broken now and then when a comet glared across the darkling sky. ”
Louis Couperus,
The Twilight of the Souls
“ Did the twilight come from their blood, which grew poorer, or from their life, which grew smaller?... Would they never behold through the twilight—the vistas, far-reaching as the dawn, where life, when all was said, must be spacious ... ”
Edison Marshall,
The Voice of the Pack
“ The shadows quickly lengthened—simply leaping over the snow from the fast-falling sun. Soon it dropped down behind the ridge; and the gray of twilight began to deepen among the more distant trees. It blurred the outline and dulled the sight. With the twilight came the cold, first crisp, then bitter and penetrating to the vitals. The twilight deepened, the snow turned gray, and then, in a vague way, the journey began to partake of a quality of unreality. It was not that the cold and the snow and their hunger were not entirely real, or that the wilderness was no longer naked to their eyes. ”
“ I dislike the twilight in the evening. It reminds one that there’s a day gone. It’s like the curtain coming down at the end of a play. But the morning twilight I love; that is the curtain going up on the first act. ”
Various, The National Geographic Magazine…
“ When the long summer days drew to a close and gave place to the soft northern twilight, which in summer lasts until the glow of the returning sun is seen in the east, the sea and mountains assumed a soft, mysterious beauty never realized by dwellers in more southern climes. The hours of twilight were so enchanting, the varying shades and changing tints on the mighty snow-fields robing the mountains were so exquisite in their gradations that, even when weary with many hours of toil, the explorer could not resist the charm, and paced the sandy shore until the night was far spent. ”
Louis Couperus,
The Twilight of the Souls
(1917)
“ Lamp and fire would make things no brighter around him, now that the great twilight was descending. . . . Oh, the great inexorable, pitiless twilight! Would it fall around him as it had fallen around Ernst . . . around whom it was now slowly clearing? Did the twilight clear again? Or would the shadows around him gradually deepen into darkness, the darkness that was now gathering around his mother? Or would it just remain dim around him, with the same wan light that glimmered around Paul and Dorine? What, what would their twilight be? . . . ”
Various, Popular Science Monthly (1901)
“ This is the twilight curve which is here strikingly noticeable. As the purple of twilight ascended towards the zenith, the snow westward had a delicate lilac hue, and eastward there was a bright purple-blue over everything, which finally deepened into a gobelin-blue. ”
D. H. Lawrence,
Twilight in Italy
“ And the monks trod backward and forward down the line of neutrality. Meanwhile, on the length of mountain-ridge, the snow grew rosy-incandescent, like heaven breaking into blossom. After all, eternal not-being and eternal being are the same. In the rosy snow that shone in heaven over a darkened earth was the ecstasy of consummation. Night and day are one, light and dark are one, both the same in the origin and in the issue, both the same in the moment, of ecstasy, light fused in darkness and darkness fused in light, as in the rosy snow above the twilight. ”
“ Nigh forty men to one, We vainly scanned the darkling waste Ere twilight should be done; As waif on the wide ocean, Looks for the rescuing sail, When dim shades sweep the surging deep, And louder roars the gale. Behind the western ridges The sun’s red lamp sank down, The twilight shadows seemed to cast O’er all a threatening frown; We gazed with mingled feelings On the last-fading beam, Should we, too, lie ’neath the cold grey sky, Stark in the dawning gleam? ”
“ Much has been said about the charms of twilight, but little, I think, of its peculiar English beauty, which is not so magical as the momentary interval between light and dark in the south, or the lingering, prolonged, silvery, and ineffable dimness of those northern twilights which last half the night ”
Annie Besant,
Death—and After?
“ Short are the twilight periods, and long the periods of the sunlight; but in our blinded state we call the twilight life, and to us it is the real existence, while we call the sunlight Death, and shiver at the thought of passing into it. ”
Various, The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 04…
“ A flood of song wakes us at the earliest daylight; and the shy and solitary Veery, after the Vesper-Bird has concluded his evening hymn, pours his few pensive notes into the very bosom of twilight, and makes the hour sacred by his melody. But after twilight is sped, and the moon rises to shed her meek radiance over the sleeping earth, the Nightingale is not here to greet her rising, and to turn her melancholy beams into the cheerfulness of daylight. ”
Sara Teasdale,
Helen of Troy, and Other Poems
(1911)
“ THE twilight's inner flame grows blue and deep, And in my Lesbos, over leagues of sea, The temples glimmer moonwise in the trees. Twilight has veiled the little flower face Here on my heart, but still the night is kind And leaves her warm sweet weight against my breast Am I that Sappho who would run at dusk Along the surges creeping up the shore When tides came in to ease the hungry beach, And running, running, till the night was black, Would fall forespent upon the chilly sand And quiver with the winds from off the sea? ”
William Hope Hodgson,
The House on the Borderland — Chapter XXII: The Dark Nebula
(1908)
“ The green twilight that had reigned for so many millions of years, had now given place to impenetrable gloom. Motionless, I peered about me. A century fled, and it seemed to me that I detected occasional dull glows of red, passing me at intervals. ”
B. H. Roberts,
Joseph Smith the Prophet-Teacher…
“ But if they brought not with their message the effulgent brightness of an all-glorious day, they brought something of twilight which dispelled some of the murkiness of the night in which the men of their respective races had walked; and those who have groped in the density of darkness know how grateful is the twilight, how much better it is than darkness. ”
“ Mysterious, the twilight symphony developed and swelled, very slowly, very slowly, beneath a sky of chaste violets, and between the ethereal clusters of which shone the first timid glances of the constellations still covered by a veil. Here and there, errant breezes raised and pushed the billows, rare at first, then more frequent, then weaker; they raised and pushed the waves whose delicate crests blossomed, stole a glint from the twilight, foamed a moment, and fell back languidly. ”
Rowland Evans Robinson,
In New England Fields and Woods
“ Now in the silent downfall of snow, now in the drift and whirl of flakes driven from the sky and tossed from the earth by the shrieking wind, the day's passage is unmarked by shadows. It is but a long twilight, coming upon the world out of one misty gloom, and going from it into another. ”
S. R. Crockett,
The Lilac Sunbonnet: A Love Story
“ Yet, nevertheless, both light and darkness, night and day, are but the accidents of a little time. It is twilight—the twilight of the morning and of the gods—that is the true normal of the universe. Night is but the shadow of the earth, light the nearness of the central sun. ”
H. G. Wells,
The War in the Air
“ For a moment, when he was nearly among their twilight masses, his descent was checked. Then abruptly the sky was hidden, the last vestiges of daylight gone, and he was falling rapidly in an evening twilight through a whirl of fine snowflakes that streamed past him towards the zenith, that drifted in upon the things about him and melted, that touched his face with ghostly fingers. ”
“ IN THE TWILIGHT. In the twilight gray and shadowy, Deepening o'er the sunset's glow, Softly through the mystic dimness Flitting shadows come and go. As my thoughts in listless wandering With these phantom shadows fly, Meseems they wear the forms of faces, Faces loved in days gone by. ”
Josephine Mary Hope-Scott Ward, Out of due time (1906)
“ The long, northern summer twilight had faded at last, and there was darkness clinging about the old walls. Deep shadows without edges lay about us, and clear skies that lit us dimly without rays of light drew our eyes to the skyline of the moors high above us on either side of the valley. ”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon,
The Vow of the Peacock and Other Poems
(1835)
“ The twilight, when our earth seems blending Its human passion with the skies; And rosy clouds, above ascending, Wear mortal colours while they rise, Till, purified, they disappear Amid the high pale atmosphere. ”
Garrett Putman Serviss, Round the year with the stars (1910)
“ The magic of the starry heavens does not fail with the decline of the sun in winter, but, on the contrary, increases in power when the curtains of the night begin to close so early that by six o’clock the twilight is gone and the firmament has become a dome of jet ablaze with clusters of living gems. And when the snows arrive, mantling the hills with glistening ermine, the coruscating splendor of the sky seems to be redoubled. ”
Walter Pater,
Gaston de Latour; an unfinished romance
“ Physical twilight we most of us love, in its season. To him, that perpetual twilight came in close identity with its moral or intellectual counterpart, as the welcome requisite for that part of the soul which loves twilight, and is, in truth, never quite at rest out of it, through some congenital uneasiness or distress, perhaps, in its processes of vision. ”
J. Allan Dunn, Beyond the Rim — 9. Check for Tuan Yuck (1916)
“ The twilight turned to dark as blackness rushed up from the sea and behind the hills, shutting out the sickly sun and enveloping the sky from horizon to zenith in a pall of ebony. A bolt of lightning fell athwart the sky and the rooms blazed blue. ”
George William Russell,
AE in the Irish Theosophist
“ When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vapourous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; I am one with the twilight's dream. ”
Bolesław Prus,
Shades
(1885)
“ Shades As the sun's rays die away in the sky, twilight emerges from the earth. Twilight – a great army of the night, with thousands of invisible columns and billions of soldiers. A mighty army that from time immemorial has been contending with light, has been scattering with each dawn, has been victorious with each evening, has been holding sway from sunset to sunrise, and in the daytime, scattered, has been hiding and waiting. ”
Jacob A. Riis,
The old town
(1909)
“ In the midst of it we would suddenly get on our feet and shout and clap our hands, and the flock would rise and rise and keep rising, farther and farther down the river, until the sky was darkened and the twilight became night, while the rush of the million wings swelled into rolling thunder. ”
Edwin Markham,
The Man with the Hoe, and Other Poems
(1900)
“ The twilight is the morning of his day, While sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, With purpling sail and dip of silver oar, He cheers the shadowed time with roundelay, Until the dark east softens into gray. ”
“ There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lull'd to rest, And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart, As fades the day-beam in the rosy west. 'Tis with a nameless feeling of regret We gaze upon them as they melt away, And fondly would we bid them linger yet, But hope is round us with her angel lay, Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour ”
William Le Queux,
The Eye of Istar: A Romance of the Land of No Return
“ The great trunks, gloomy, gaunt and sombre, grew so thickly as to shut out the blessed light of the sun, therefore, even at high noon, there was only twilight, and, for many hours each day, we were in darkness—impenetrable and appalling. ”
“ Would some magic power lend me Aid to stay the witching tone, Art to pain the beauteous picture Ere its impress swift has flown. While I dreamed the day has faded, Stars are shining overhead, Evening winds have ceased to whisper, Twilight's shadows all have fled. Thus, too oft, our life-work seemeth, And we, when disowned its sway, Find we are pursuing phantoms, Shadows in the twilight gray. ”
Heinrich Heine,
The Prose Writings of Heinrich Heine
“ But wait until day fades into twilight; as soon as darkness descends, yonder pale orb will grow brighter and brighter, and will flood the whole stream with its silvery light, and the haughty billows that before were so scornful will then tremble with ecstasy at sight of the lovely moon, and roll rapturously towards it. ”
Guy Wetmore Carryl,
At Twilight
(1898)
“ The strong, enduring hills, in beauty crowned With one white, steadfast star! A year ago? What, love, to us are years? The selfsame twilight, cool, and calm, and dim, That led him home to us, despite our fears, Shall lead us home to him! ”
Arthur E. P. Brome Weigall, The Treasury of Ancient Egypt
“ The twilight seems to cloak the extent of the years, and in the gathering darkness the procession of the centuries is hidden. Yesterday and to-day are mingled together, and there is nothing to distinguish to the eye the one age from the other. ”
William Sharp,
Pharais; and, The Mountain Lovers
“ The sweetest-voiced of the younger Irish singers of to-day has spoken of the Celtic Twilight. A twilight it is; but, if night follow gloaming, so also does dawn succeed night. Meanwhile, twilight voices are sweet, if faint and far, and linger lovingly in the ear. ”
Mary A. Roe, E. P. Roe: Reminiscences of his Life
“ At first, in the distant west, a cloud rises so dark that you can scarcely distinguish it from a blue highland. But a low muttering of thunder vibrates through the sultry air, and we know what is coming. Soon the afternoon sun is shaded, and a deep, unnatural twilight settles upon the landscape like the shadow of a great sorrow on a face that was smiling a moment before. ”
