Quotes About Evening

I headed downtown right away. It was still early in the evening, glittering with electric, with ice; and trembling in the factories, those nearly all windows, over the prairies that had returned over demolitions with winter grass pricking the snow and thrashed and frozen together into beards by the wind. The cold simmer of the lake also, blue; the steady skating of rails too, down to the dark.

Good evening, sir. A bit gusty?" "Very much so, sergeant," I replied. "I think I will step into your hut for a moment and light my pipe if I may." "Certainly, sir. Matches are too scarce nowadays to take risks with 'em. But it looks as if the storm had blown over.

However, come, let's go, the world's turned gray And chilly, evening mists are rising, At nightfall it's indoors you want to be. 1170 But why should you stand still, astonished, staring? What can you see in the dusk to find upsetting?

ak?am, gün do?u?unu izlemeyi tasarl?yorum ve sabah yataktan kalkam?yorum; gün boyunca ay ?????n? bekliyorum, sonra da ak?am, odamdan ç?kam?yorum. ne u?runa uyand???m?, ne u?runa uykuya yatt???m? bilmiyorum.

I read somewhere that the New Orleans citizenry bought fewer copies of the New York Times than any other city in the United States, although they made up for it by buying more formal wear than anywhere else. If you're going out to formal dinners every evening, you don't get much time to read the New York Times.

It was to have been a quiet evening at home. Home is the Busted Flush, 52-foot barge-type houseboat, Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul, Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not control, Placed in most shapes; all times before the law Yoked us, and when, and since, in this I sing. And the great world to his aged evening, From infant morn, through manly noon I draw.

Near the end of his life, Henri Matisse's preferred attire was evening wear, by which I mean pajamas.

It's a chore for a fellow to fear for his life more than once in an evening.

A slight sound at evening lifts me up by the ears, and makes life seem inexpressibly serene and grand. It may be Uranus, or it may be in the shutter.

Never - never more, - oh! never, Did that Cricket leave him ever, - Dawn or evening, day or night; - Clinging as a constant treasure, - Chirping with a cheerious measure, - Wholly to my uncle's pleasure, - (Though his shoes were far too tight.)

Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones of warriors underground, Far now from all the bannered ways Where flash the legions of the sun, You fade--as if the last of days Were fading, and all wars were done.

Every morning is a new hope; every evening is an energy charger of your life.

In the evening, I would tell my patients, sleep with the angels. In the morning, I would say to each as the French farmers still do, "Good morning to your and your companion" - meaning, of course, their angel.

Mike wished Mr. Burden had chosen another time to be murdered. He was beginning to see that the hour of dressing for dinner might have been expressly designed for persons who need a quiet spell for the commission of crime.

All at once I found myself standing there gazing down that enchanted boulevard in the blue, blue evening. Everything seemed to fall into place. Here was all the gaiety and glory and sparkle I knew was going to be life if I could just grasp it.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.

È brutto il cerchio del giorno vuoto, quando la sera ti si stringe intorno al collo come un cappio.

Tardes en que está cerca el mar y se oye la voz que dice: "ven".

Pregunté a la tarde de abril que moría: ¿Al fin la alegría se acerca a mi casa? La tarde de abril sonrió: La alegría pasó por tu puerta —y luego, sombría: Pasó por tu puerta. Dos veces no pasa.

My mama used to tell us ghost stories in the evening on rainy days.

It was Orwellian. I completely disappeared, and disappeared the same day. It was by early that evening when the Times story ran. That was an overreaction. All human beings under pressure behave poorly.

People don't gather for martinis at 5 P. M. any more.

Getting dressed was always the best part of every night.