Quotes About Afternoon

After luncheon the sun, conscious that it was Saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith,...

It was the afternoon of the day and the afternoon of his life, and his course was now westward down all the mountains into the sunset. [speaking about Ralph Waldo Emerson]

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Le Café was crowded, for two o'clock on a chilly afternoon, but Gurney and Pendleton, two short men in late middle age, were willing to make some space in the work routine to talk to Virgil. They agreed that they knew Knox, who had patronized Le Café because, as a gay man, he felt more comfortable there than anywhere else in town

The high Wisconsin bluffs on the St. Croix are such a dark green that in bright afternoon sunlight, they seem almost black.

Taryn Grant's phone buzzed, a call, not an alarm. She was lying on her bed, waking up from a much-needed afternoon nap. She stretched, yawned, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello?" "What are you doing?" Her campaign manager, Connie Schiffer. "Took a nap. I just woke up.

THE AFTERNOON was like walking through tar: Lucas tracked down and interviewed the last of Smalls's volunteer staff, and the interview produced nothing. He talked to ICE and Kidd after their testimony, and learned that it had been perfunctory.

At last he said, Did you come out of the big mountains? Gitano shook his head slowly. No, I walked down the Salinas Valley. The afternoon thought would not let Joey go. Did you ever go into the big mountains back there? The old dark eyes grew fixed, and their light turned inward on the years that were living in Gitano's head.

When the crops were under cover on the Wayne farm near Pittsford in Vermont, when the winter wood was cut and the first light snow lay on the ground, Joseph Wayne went to the wing-back chair by the fireplace late one afternoon and stood before his father.

I take my two pipes in the afternoon, no more and no less, like the elders. And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing—maybe more important than a star.

The day is declining through the white afternoon to the long blue spring evening. He drives past a corner where someone is practicing on a trumpet

Honestly, Im living my fantasy. Its being with my family, preferably on a snowy afternoon with a fire going, cuddled up in blankets, playing a game.

Sometimes in the afternoon sky a white moon would creep up like a little cloud, furtive, without display, suggesting an actress who does not have to 'come on' for a while, and so goes 'in front' in her ordinary clothes to watch the rest of the company for a moment, but keeps in the background, not wishing to attract attention to herself.

I write in the morning, I walk in the afternoon and I read in the evening. It's a very easy, lovely life.

What do you say to furthering our cousinly relationship by a drive in the Park this afternoon?

I'm an afternoon tea type of girl. I come from a Russian background where we love our teas. So between lunch and dinner after training I come home and I love a nice cup of tea with jam in it, as we drink it there. Black English Breakfast with raspberry jam is my favorite.

rien n'est plus triste qu'un retour de l'école à quatre heures de l'après-midi quand c'est déjà la nuit dans la ville et qu'on ne sait pas où l'on va dans la neige, mais on entend les gratte-neige tout près et on se dit qu'ils pourraient nous broyer tout rond

Never drink black coffee at lunch; it will keep you awake all afternoon.

My dental hygienist is cute. Every time I visit, I eat a whole package of Oreo cookies while waiting in the lobby. Sometimes she has to cancel the rest of the afternoon's appointments.

I think sleeping was my problem in school. If school had started at four in the afternoon, I'd be a college graduate today.

I hated high school. Ugh. I couldn't wait until it was over so I could sleep in. In college, I made sure all my classes were in the afternoon. I hated getting up in the morning.

The surreal part was, the surf at Newcastle Beach was cranking, so here I was, on a pristine afternoon, getting sunburnt as hell, the day after I'd been snowboarding in a tiny inland town in Canada.

I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.

I don't feel old. I don't feel anything till noon. That's when it's time for my nap.