Books with title Sunrise, Sunset

Presently from a door opposite an elderly man of middle height and spare and sinewy frame walked briskly in shook hands with Lord Evelyn was introduced to the tall red-bearded Englishman (who still stood hat in hand and with a portentous stiffness in his demeanor) begged his two guests to be seated and himself sat down at an open bureau which was plentifully littered with papers.' (Excerpt from Chapter 1)

A mother’s tale of life lessons—a book to safeguard her daughter “from what [she remains] unguarded”, “Sunset and Sunrise” is a piece of philosophical and fictional literature that gives readers important messages alongside a whimsical story of a young ballerina’s adventures to Moscow. Emma knows better than anybody that “Dreams are treacherous” things and on her journey to the city of her dreams with Charlie, a friend picked up along the way, it is dreams, indeed, that keep her going. However, it is at the end that the protagonist seems to come to a vital question, a marked realization of the ruin left in the wake of her apparent success. This is a story for dancers, singers, artists, dreamers who believe in tomorrow (Sunrise) to remind them of the importance of today (Sunset).

A mother’s tale of life lessons—a book to safeguard her daughter “from what [she remains] unguarded”, “Sunset and Sunrise” is a piece of philosophical and fictional literature that gives readers important messages alongside a whimsical story of a young ballerina’s adventures to Moscow. Emma knows better than anybody that “Dreams are treacherous” things and on her journey to the city of her dreams with Charlie, a friend picked up along the way, it is dreams, indeed, that keep her going. However, it is at the end that the protagonist seems to come to a vital question, a marked realization of the ruin left in the wake of her apparent success. This is a story for dancers, singers, artists, dreamers who believe in tomorrow (Sunrise) to remind them of the importance of today (Sunset).

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 Excerpt: ...hotel. We arrived one morning, and after I had seen my wife settled I went to my club, where I met several fellows, who persuaded me to stay and lunch with them, and it was quite late in the afternoon before I returned to the hotel. "Instead of finding my wife there, however, I was greeted by a message that her ladyship had gone away in the morning with her maid, and a lot of luggage, and had left a note for me in the sitting-room. "I went at once and found the note. Besides a letter, it contained a lot of newspaper cuttings from the papers, published several years previous to our marriage. All of them were records of my youthful indiscretions, and the longest of them all was a verbatim account of the divorce case into which I had been forced as co-respondent, though, as a matter of fact, I was merely the scapegoat for another man. "From the cuttings I turned to the letter, which was very brief, and very much to the point. She stated that certain facts relating to my past life had come to her knowledge, and that she no longer felt it possible for her to live with me. "I afterwards discovered that these facts were told her by the woman who had been responsible for my being mixed up with a certain divorce case some years before. She had given my wife the newspaper cuttings relating to it, together with all the other cuttings recording my follies. "My wife, in her letter, went on to state that she had sifted the evidence as to the truth of these statements, and that she was reluctantly forced to the conclusion that they were not at all exaggerated. Therefore, as she found it impossible for her to either love or respect a man of such a character and reputation, she had made up her mind to leave me. "She considered I had grossly mis...

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Excerpt from SunsetThe fashionable congregation which filled St George's, Hanover Square, to overflowing, one afternoon in late June, came to its feet with a rustling of silk and a jingling of chains and trinkets, stirring the heavy air with a waft of mingled exotic perfumes as the first crashing chords of that wedding march which speeds so many people forth to sorrow and joy, monotony, peace, or strenuous anxiety, came thundering through the aisles.It was a very self-possessed and dignified bride whose exit from the vestry, followed by a train of no less than eight bridesmaids, was thus heralded by Mendelssohn's hackneyed strains.Tall and slim in her clinging white gown, Kathleen Sherbon looked almost regal as she passed the rows of inquisitive faces, her veil thrown back, and the sunlight, softened by its passage through the stained-glass windows, fall ing on her still face, and touching her soft, pale brown hair into gleams of gold.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from SunsetA needle in Alix's life was a serious thing, it was an implement Of labour such as no one would dream of treating lightly.A deal table above her head was littered with an entanglement Of thread, reels, pins, scraps, lining, tapes, ribbons, laces and silk, out Of which confound ing disorder, skilful hands and a needle were called upon to evolve order, in the form of raiment. Be yond the deal table, behind the child, stood an open box of crippled toys: toys crippled in honest service, but out of which no creditable resurrection was possible.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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