Quotes About Afternoon

Afternoon at the Coffee Shoppe slipped into evening just as Joshua's caffeination reached the heights of the Rwandan plantations where his beverage originated.

Shopping for clothes is time consuming, it's tiring, and it can feel like a waste of an autumn afternoon.

I never in my life watch 'Rick and Morty' unless I came home from school and it was on TV.

Field of Dreams is the only movie - and I saw it in the theater - on an afternoon when I was on location somewhere, and there were like 12 people in the theater. I was just so devastated; I couldn't get out of my seat. And I sat and watched it a second time.

The kind of audience that watches 'Matlock' is ideal for a lead-in to the affiliates' newscast in the afternoon. That audience is older.

I used to finish school and go and play football.

I had the perfect job for a gamer. From February to October, I'd get up at 7 in the morning with nothing to do but play games until I had to be at the park around 1 or 2 o'clock. When I got back after the game, I played until 3 or 4 in the morning.

I'll do shoes for the lady who lunches, but it would be, like, a really nasty lunch, talking about men. But where I draw the line, what I absolutely won't do, is the lady who plays bridge in the afternoon!

Wolfe shook his head. "No. Only that afternoon. If we had to argue that it is not credible that it was left in the cupboard for an extended period, just for anyone to use, but we don't have to. The bottle in that cupboard contained good iodine at four o'clock that afternoon." Cramer growled. Daniel demanded, "How do you know that?" "Because it was used at that hour. By Archie. He tripped on an alligator and scratched his hand.

He asked us what we were doing, and our smuggler said, "Oh, nothing. We're just hanging out"—as if lots of Americans in ninja suits loitered around Syria in the middle of the afternoon. We asked him if he had a cell phone. He didn't, which meant we had twenty or thirty minutes to get back across the Turkish border.

The British custom of taking tea as an afternoon break has more to do with sugar than with tea. During the nineteenth century, when the custom arose, it was something like the coffee break in modern workplaces, but not so leisurely: a chance to gulp a quick cup of tea, which was invariably laced with sugar. In this way were the human machines of the factory "nourished"—fueled—without even needing to leave their machines.

Again, that unreachable future opened up in front of them through a crack in the air. Again, they drew near to enter it. The wilder her feelings, the more she doubted. The man's visit was brief, lucky, mad. But anything more than one illicit afternoon outside Independence Hall would be impossible. Surely he saw that.

Okay, I said. Just a normal afternoon and two normal people. She nodded. And so...hypothetically, if these to people likes each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh? Oh... I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows-slow, dumb, and bright red. Um...

I don't deserve you. You're not allowed to say that. Why not? It's a breakup line. Unless you're breaking up- Jason leaned over and kissed her. The colors of the Roman afternoon suddenly seemed sharper, as it the world had switched to high definition. No breakups, he promised. I may have busted my head a few times, but I'm not that stupid.

It was amazing how tedious reading about sex could be at this time of the day, any time of the day, in fact.

From the glass-topped table in the dining room, I could see over a field and into the woods. It was late afternoon, and the light was fading. Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.

By late afternoon, the chamber smelled of frustration and arguments gone stale.

I really appreciated having the tape-and that song-back again. Even then, it was mainly a nostalgia thing, and today, if I happen to get the tape out and look at it, it brings back memories of that afternoon in Norfolk every bit as much as it does our Hailsham days.

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing and drops dead.

All in all, it would be a perfect afternoon, if not for the fact that I have a meeting coming up at which I am concerned that I could be killed. There's always something...

We are still nearer the winter edge of spring on this cool and misty May afternoon, the scent of wood smoke in the air — a remnant of the afternoon fire.

The afternoon was brilliant, soft spring sunshine gilding the ancient stone to warm honey, and somewhere, tantalising, just out of reach, the scent of jasmine rose above the odours of donkey and charcoal and leather.

The afternoon has closed down, gone purple, coaxed and sucked dark by the storm.