Quotes About Evening

Tuesday nights are sushi nights, so we go out then.

I have very important phone messages that will be playing Broadway. An evening of my tweets I think is going to be booked into the Golden Theatre.

I sometimes train twice a day, so usually save my carbs for the evening.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

It's early evening when HMS Anthony

The first thing I think about when I wake up most mornings is the fact that I'm tired. I have been tired for decades. I am tired in the morning and I am tired while becalmed in the slough of the afternoon, and I am tired in the evening, except right when I try to go to sleep.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

Vas, vas a volver al árbol con un collar de cuerda para conmigo pender? Cosas extrañas pasaron en él, no más extraño sería en el árbol del ahorcado reunirnos al anochecer.

countering him. The call does happen, a decision is made, and by evening I'm suited up in my Mockingjay outfit, with my bow slung over my shoulder and an earpiece that connects

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

when the night turns into morningI want during the day, tell my story when evening twilight passed

Luck, be a lady tonight.

After closing your day's business, devote a part of the evening to your family and friends, and a part of it to some good book.

and I love to watch how the day, tired as it is, lags away reluctantly, and hates to be called yesterday so soon.

I remember being unusually pensive that May evening, perhaps it was the heat of Spring's first warm day which, encountering my thick winter blood, forced a dilution upward into a brain weary of straining the last six months to overcome freezing and the long absent thinning of blood stirred a weakening desire for the softer things, a nostalgia, yet a death, a precognition, if you will...

while it's five in the morning here, it's also five in the evening somewhere in China—proving that incompatible truths make perfect sense when seen with global perspective.

The time of the year has come when on warm summer days Each flower spreads its scent like a censer of gold The sounds and fragrances in harmony enfold The melancholic languor of the evening haze

In the evening streamed down the radiant sun, That great eye which stares from the inquisitive sky. From behind the window that scattered its bright rays It seemed to gaze upon our long, quiet dinners, Spreading wide its candle-like reflections On the frugal table-cloth and the serge curtains.

Che belli i soli nelle calde sere!

What were you going to do tonight? I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff. Who's that? A dead Russian.

Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.

My idea of happiness is a rainy evening with a comfortable book to read.

than appreciating the calm voice of Charleston during an evening walk along the Battery with Fort Sumter off in the distance, the great white houses at one's back, palmettos rattling their leaves in a sea breeze.

She sipped Scotch considerably older than she was, the taste of time in its passing, in harmony with the outer world, where poplars were already half bare and long grasses drooped burnt from the first frost. The call of an evening bird, and the sun low. Bands of lavender and slate clouds moving against a metallic sky, denoting the passage of autumn. Fallen leaves blown onto the porch. The planet racking around again toward winter.