Dreamy Sunset Quotes

Sometimes all you need is a little bit of Sunshine. I have learnt that Life is not about the walk that we have taken but the company, the experiences we have gathered. I have learnt that in each and every unknown path of our journey we get to know more of our own selves. I have learnt that Forgiveness comes from Love and knowledge that everyone has a story that we cannot fathom. I have learnt that Darkness only comes to lead us to Light while moulding our grey shades in the best silhouette of our soul. I have learnt that all it takes is a little word of encouragement or a pat on a shoulder to let a person know how valued that person truly is. I have learnt that most special moments and bonds can come with a time frame and as long as we have them we need to live that to its fullness and then just let that be. I have learnt that making connections isn't difficult but the easiest way to connect to one's own self. I have learnt that silence has so much more clutched up than words could ever open. I have learnt that sunsets are as beautiful as sunrises, nights are as dreamy as morns. I have learnt that sometimes Life takes a complete different turn to what we plan or expect but when seen from a distance that turn actually looks just the one meant to take us to our destination, where our souls embrace every walk taken so far to know, to accept all that we are. I have learnt that in a world where we could be anything, I chose to be Love. I have learnt that sometimes Love is not what we wait for or what we expect others to shower us with but what we embody and shower others with for Love is the Dream of a Dreamer, the Melody of a Music, the Sunshine of a Sun. And sometimes all you need is a little bit of Sunshine.

We walk into the olive grove and sit in the dry grass on the bluff. The monastery and the whole world lie before us. Purples, yellows, pinks and blues but all washed, hazy, indefinite, dreamy. The world was dissolving, vanishing. And if you half-closed your eyes, you could see yourself from afar, dissolving in the haze. You could see yourself turning into light.

Description: ‘With just five euros from each Facebook friend I could make a dream come true: spark an inextinguishable passion for literature in a tiny village that doesn’t even have a school (a bit like Juliette Binoche in Chocolat, but with books). The village is called Lucignana, only a few kilometres away from dreamy Garfagnana, and it’s here that I want to open a little bookshop – say, a tiny wooden cottage open six months a year where children (but also adults) can find a book that speaks to them, a magical place where you can admire the most wonderful sunsets on the Apuan Alps.

And the closings were also done to formula. There was always a señorita, and Cisco always collected his kiss. Said Radio Life: “For each dark-eyed conquest he has a string of pearls (’they belonged to my sainted mother’) and a kiss before he rides off with Pancho into a blazing desert sunset.” Up came the dreamy organ music: the señorita would breathe, “Ooooooh, Cisco!” and Cisco would answer “Ooooooh, señorita!” The action would cut to the trail, with Cisco and Pancho riding away on their horses, Diablo and Loco. There was always a terrible closing pun by Pancho, with Cisco reacting in great disgust. Oh, PAN-CHO! Oh, Ceesco! Whooping laughter, galloping horses, and out.