Quotes About Evening

Not a ripple could be noticed on the surface of the green waters; the swans themselves, even, reposing with folded wings like ships at anchor, seemed inspirations of the warmth of the air, the freshness of the water, and the silence of the beautiful evening

early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

The evening had turned sweet and blue.

It was the time when the field mice ventured out, after the hawks had settled in the trees but before the owls came to hunt. The sky was now the color Elv liked best - a tender dark blue, falling to earth like ashes.

What was a siren but a call to your neighbors, a cry that would let them know that grief of one sort or another was coming through, as it did for someone every day, every evening.

THAT EVENING, just after midnight, John Keane was drawn downstairs by a pounding at his door that might have been theatrical, something falsely urgent and echoing about it.

Of all the evenings it is possible to spend, a companionable evening with friends is the best.

My morning incense, and my evening meal—The sweets of Hasty Pudding.

Lamplight, console me till then, harbinger warm of the night.

The world turns gray, the air grows cool, the fog blows in. Only at evening can you really value home.

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

We should amuse our evening hours of life in cultivating the tender plants, and bringing them to perfection, before they are transplanted to a happier clime.

The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening.

But he talked like the kisses were sort of a joke, merely something fun to do so as not to waste the beauty of the evening and the drama of the landscape. pg. 91

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

Look at this evening. Cousin Kate! Imagine, Cousin Kate! But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?

But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning -- the city inhaling -- or the same thorough-fares in the evening -- the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face.

The afternoon wore away.

To entrust to an editor a story over which you have labored and to which your name and reputation are attached can be like sending your daughter off for an evening with Ted Bundy.

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed. Smile on our loves.… In the mixture of starlight and cloud-reflected sunlight in which the desert world is now illuminated, each single object

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed. Smile on our loves.…

It's ten p.m. Do you know where your children are?

Strong lager and some early Zep tunes. I ask thee, is there a better way to spend an evening?