Quotes About Weekends

Me and my brother used to love when my dad walked in with a pizza. We used to watch Nickelodeon every Saturday night. That was, like, the greatest time ever.

My dad raced so we were out at the racetrack late at night on Saturdays, getting up early on Sunday morning going to church.

I was raised on jazz. My father, from the time I was born, used to get up early on Saturdays and Sundays and put on Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Kenny Burrell, Sarah Vaughn, John Coltrane - all these great, classic albums.

I work in the studio all day, and then I go for a walk with my dog, listening to music on headphones. And Saturday and Sundays, work is strictly out of bounds. It has to be.

On weekends his idea of rest was to read military history aloud to his daughters.

Spend sunny afternoons writing. Take weekends in the country. Dream. Drink good wine, eat fabulous cheese and great bread. Make the kind of love that destroys the bed.

No way. You won't catch Notley working weekends. Calls it the American disease, working all the hours God sends you.

This Henry lived in Edinburgh, making him inaccessible and giving her something to do on the weekends — 'Oh, just flying up to Scotland, Henry's taking me fishing,' which is the kind of thing she imagined people doing in Scotland — she always thought of the Queen Mother, incongruous in mackintosh and waders, standing in the middle of a shallow brown river (somewhere on the outskirts of Brigadoon, no doubt) and casting a line for trout.

Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.

On Sundays, we would travel to the town and watch English movies. This way, we must have ended up watching some 1, 000 movies during college.

Nature; it always inspires me. Living in New York, it can get quite stressful sometimes, so on the weekends, I like to go hiking.

The most dangerous hours to be on the road are between 11 p.m. and 2 a.m., especially on weekends. Those are the hours when the drinkers are heading home from the taverns. Your risks double during these hours.

On the weekends I do the usual parental things, going to the boys' football tournaments or getting out for a hike along the Great Wall.

At home, I have a wife, fortunately, and my children are all grown, and I have many grandchildren. I spend weekends with my grandchildren; I adore them.

The cruel paradox of weekends with kids can be boiled down to this: Parents want to relax. Kids do not.

I watched Cardiff when I was a young boy. I also watched Newport. If I wasn't playing games on Saturday, for Newport YMCA or Pill, I would jump on a train and get to watch Cardiff.

I hate weekends because there is no stock market.

Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.

For relaxation after a hectic week, I would go with friends on weekends to a white-sand beach resort not far from Amsterdam named Zandvoort. This beautiful beach

The only reason I get out of bed at all on weekends is because eventually I can't stand the taste of my own breath any more.

I didn't have to do paper routes. I'd sing for 5 bucks a crack at weddings and church functions; I'd have four or five on some Saturdays.

Football games on Friday nights followed by field parties every weekend was how I spent my high school years.

My grandfather was a politician and lived in Washington, D.C., so as a kid, I used to go to D.C. every other weekend.

I went to professional men's soccer games, the old North American soccer league at that time, and I used to be a ticket holder with my family and family friends. We would go every weekend and I thought it was great, but I just thought of it as recreation, as family fun.