A poetic form of saying Goodbye to someone you cared about, you loved once or to someone you still do but can not have.
If the sun arrived it also means that the night will come soon after. So the day is going to end.
It's also a reminder that it shouldn't be a sad goodbye because there would also be many beautyful memories as warm as the sun.
If the sun arrived it also means that the night will come soon after. So the day is going to end.
It's also a reminder that it shouldn't be a sad goodbye because there would also be many beautyful memories as warm as the sun.
"The Sunset is beautyful, isn't it?", she asked with a little Smile on her face. But her eyes looked sad. "Is it but sadly it can't stay forever up there." "Then, it's simply a goodbye", she laughted. "Right?"
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Taken from S3E1 of Arrested Development, "watching the Reno sunset" means a man waiting for his erection to subside before moving to avoid drawing attention to his boner.
Friend 1: I was so embarassed after my date.
Friend 2: Why?
Friend 1: I got a boner, and didn't have time to watch the reno sunset before she noticed.
Friend 2: Why?
Friend 1: I got a boner, and didn't have time to watch the reno sunset before she noticed.
by fishmans March 25, 2020
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With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantize of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantize of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
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by Shakespeare May 25, 2004
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To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
by Shakespeare May 25, 2004
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