Quotes About Afternoon

In the late afternoon it rained and the entire world was dark grey. He stood in the hall of his house, putting on his badge with the orange salamander burning across it.

As soon as she'd come home that afternoon, she took two aspirin tablets. To get her through the ordeal of supper, two more. It seemed to her that the pain in her lower belly, the hot sullen seepage of blood in her loins had lessened. Her skin was hot, her forehead burning.

It is late afternoon. The world has paused to catch its breath, and the ice-cream streets melt slowly in the sun. The people of Pennsylvania wait in the hush for the twilight that will soften the tempered Gerber edges of their world.

In short, doctors are significantly more likely to order cancer screenings early in the morning than late in the afternoon.

Loneliness invades the soul late afternoon. Sundown can test you with its flood of color, but once it's full dark you're fine.

La idea de un asesinato, fuera cual fuera, me habría dejado estupefacto. Pero aquel domingo por la tarde, mientras presenciaba uno, me pareció la cosa más fácil del mundo.

That was the second time within five minutes that he had warned her off his private ground. His mood had changed since the early hours of the afternoon and all his defences were up once more. She could not again disregard the 'No Thoroughfare' sign; so she left it to him to start a fresh subject.

The phone rang and Janice answered it. "Good afternoon," she said, "Wainwright's Fruit Emporium. Mr Wainwright is not able to take calls at this time since he is not right in the head and thinks he is a cucumber. Thank you for calling.

None of them was entirely satisfactory: either the climate wasn't quite right in the latter part of the afternoon, or the day was half an hour too long, or the sea was exactly the wrong shade of pink.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

What are you doing this afternoon, Griselda?" "My duty," said Griselda. "My duty as the Vicaress. Tea and scandal at four thirty.

Such a landscape was best enjoyed from a car on a fine afternoon. You exclaimed, "Quel beau paysage!" and drove back to a good hotel.

There were also American visitors fascinated by seeing the titled English really getting down to their traditional afternoon tea.

The afternoon at the Pyramids was duly enjoyable. Victoria, though reasonably fond of children, might have enjoyed it more without Mrs. Kitchin's offspring. Children when sight? seeing is in progress are apt to be somewhat of a handicap. The youngest child became so fretful that the two women returned earlier from the expedition than they had meant to do.

He knew he was giving off the mischievous contentment of someone left behind for an afternoon, sleepy hints that he might have got up to something but in fact had done the more enviable and inexplicable nothing

Good afternoon, Detective. This is Dawn from Chief Ehrlich's office. Are you available to talk to the Chief?" "I'm great at multitasking, Dawn. I'm good to talk and piss him off at the same time.

From 8 A.M. until noon, I am pessimistic. Then from 1 P.M. until 4, I feel optimistic.

When I'd get out of school in the afternoon, I would go to the golf course, and I just picked the game up. And when I was 13 years old, I could shoot 70 - even-par 71, one over par and then something like that. I just took a liking to the game.

To fans in a festival setting it's like a picnic. You want to have a good time with your friends in that crowd. And in the background you hear the band play, 'Oh, that's my favorite song!' everyone is there to enjoy the afternoon and that's about it.

I don't teach anymore, but I can still clearly see fifth period after lunch - that's a real tough time to teach. And I tried to imagine writing a story that would appeal to those kids - even when they're tired, even when they're bouncing off the walls.

Discover the times when you're most creative - mornings, nights, afternoons - and clear the time to work then. Many writers find the mornings are best, and the afternoons are only good for editorial corrections, or getting the washing done. Others can only work through the night, drunk.

I thought we might practice serving tea this afternoon. I found a recipe for watercress and cheddar sandwiches," Mom said. "Don't those sound lovely?" "Uh, I guess." I was a burger girl. "What do you think, Mr. Wynter?" Mom asked. "Sounds great to me." He grinned at her. I had a feeling she could have suggested dirt mixed with autumn leaves and he'd have said it sounded great.

Olivia shoved her hands into her pockets against the damp Seattle afternoon. Nothing would take the chill from her bones, though. She knew that. Even five days of sick leave, huddling in her bed and mindlessly bingeing on cooking shows hadn't done anything but make her crave cake.

It was late afternoon, and the sun laid sharp golden halo on the ridges of the dunes, glinting on the grey-green leaves of the scrub. Behind the line of dunes that closed the valley to the south, the sea was peacefully snoring. Blue shadow crept across the flat sand floor, and the air grew sharp.