Quotes About Afternoon

You want me to book flights for this afternoon?" Kim asked.

As the little launch turned out into the lake, Nancy was entranced with the beautiful sight before her. The delicate azure blue of the sky and the mellow gold of the late afternoon sun were reflected in the shimmering surface of the water. "What a lovely scene for an oil painting!" she thought. As they sped along, however, Nancy kept glancing at the cottages, intermingled with tall evergreen trees that bordered the shore line.

The young detective smiled, glad that everything had worked out so successfully. Her gaze wandered along the stately cloister of Heath Castle. With the afternoon sun sinking low, the shadowy passageway had never looked more beautiful. It was peaceful and quiet, and nothing was further from Nancy's thoughts than a new mystery.

It was almost three o'clock, the most stagnant hour in the day or night.

Sometimes I'll hike in the afternoon if I have meetings with New York in the morning.

I like to have meetings in the early afternoon.

I never felt any pressure to be funny. A lot of the funny stuff I did was more off-the-cuff. I might be bored with an hour-and-a-half until afternoon training and itd be a chance to mess about.

I tend not to eat lunch because a midday meal makes me want to sleep in the afternoon.

As regards your chestnuts: you are going to have three measures in the morning and four in the afternoon.

One summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary.

Through the rest of the afternoon, through her trip to the market in downtown Kinneret-Among-The-Pines to buy ricotta and listen to the Muzak (today she came through the bead-curtained entrance around bar 4 of the Fort Wayne Settecento Ensemble's variorum recording of the Vivaldi Kazoo Concerto, Boyd Beaver, soloist);

It was summer, a weekday, and midafternoon; no time for any campus Oedipa knew of to be jumping, yet this one was. She came downslope from Wheeler Hall, through Sather Gate into a plaza teeming with corduroy, denim, bare legs, blonde hair, hornrims, bicycle spokes in the sun, bookbags, swaying card tables, long paper petitions dangling to earth, posters for undecipherable FSM's, YAF's, VDC's, suds in the fountain, students in nose-to-nose dialogue.

The late afternoon sun shone on women in cotton frocks and little sunburnt, barefoot children. It blazed on a silky yellow flower with coarse leaves which sprawled over a bank of rock. The air ruffling through the window smelled of the sea.

It was a late afternoon in the month of October—the "Column of the Year" as the robots called it, the month's thick almost substantive yellow light holding the rest of the year aloft above darkness lapping at its feet.

This has been such a glorious afternoon -- my heart would not weep if I did not live to see another.

an afternoon choreographed by Dante, with music by Stephen King. The car was a furnace.

Eran días de grandes calores, con los mendocinos atontados de bochorno, durmiendo siestas hasta las seis de la tarde.

Gracie wished she'd unpacked her heavier jacket because when the sun doused behind the mountains the temperature dropped a quick twenty degrees or more within minutes, as if the thin mountain air was incapable of retaining the afternoon heat. She thought about going back to her tent to dig out her hoodie, but the instant darkness didn't encourage a trip and the warmth and light of the campfire held her in place as if it had strong gravitational pull.

three-thirty P.M.

Caminhei para a porta, tão vitorioso que meu passo era uma folha vadia, dançando na brisa da tardezinha.

I write in the morning from about eight till noon, and sometimes again a bit in the afternoon. In the morning I start off by going over what I had done the previous day, which my wife has happily typed up for me.

Two things I dislike about my granddaughter — when she won't take her afternoon nap, and when she won't let me take mine.

On the hot, fragrant afternoon of my graduation from college it seemed that good fortune was not merely latent but unavoidable, folded and in the bag.

What Avrakotos says he found particularly distasteful about the British spies were "the fucking teas. Can you believe it, they interrupted meetings every day at three-thirty or four for tea and cookies.