Quotes About Evening

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

On rare occasions, Dad used to reminisce about when he met Eisenhower and how Churchill would pop in, in the late hours of the evening or night, carrying a cigar, when he'd obviously had a good dinner.

One Valentine's my date texted me in the evening saying: 'Oh there's a buy-one-get-one-free deal at Domino's tonight,' and I genuinely thought he was joking. But no, it wasn't a joke. We got a buy-one-get-one-free Domino's because there was a bargain on. Oh, and I had to pay for it as well.

Barnabas?" "Yes, that's the one. He sold a property, and this very evening he set the money at the apostles' feet." "What—all of it?" "Everything. We have enough for months to come." His voice held a quiet triumph. "Another wondrous sign that God is taking care of us.

From the window, Luke looked out over the water towers of Fifth Avenue to the park, studying the senescence of the daylight, which seemed almost viscous, ready to coagulate—trying to register that perfect moment of transition from day to evening, that instant when the light, in dying, was most nearly itself.

Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.

The sun's last finger let go of the pine up there. The sun fell behind the hills. A few drops of blood splashed the sky. Night washed them out with her grey hand.

They stopped for a moment to watch the evening sky transform itself in a show of dazzling radiance as gold transmuted into shades of vermilion that waned into shimmering purple, then darkened to deep blue as the first glittering sky fires appeared. Soon the sooty black night became a backdrop to the multitude of blazing lights that filled the summer sky, with a concentrated accumulation wending its way like a path across the vault above.

My usual confessional is a straight Macallan but not before 5 o'clock. Perhaps that's why I try and have my crises in the evening.

I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster. It was just after dark. A blustery March wind whipped the steam coming out of the manholes, and people hurried along the sidewalks with their collars turned up. I was stuck in traffic two blocks from the party where I was heading

I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster.

We stay silent for a moment. Evening is coming on; I can hardly make out the pale spot of her face. Her black dress melts with the shadow which floods the room. I pick up my cup mechanically, there's a little tea left in it and I bring it to my lips. The tea is cold. I want to smoke but I don't dare. I have the terrible feeling that we have nothing more to say to one another.

Modern man was not meant to do his best work before forty but is by nature, and is becoming more so, an afternoon and evening worker.

I enjoy an evening stroll. It helps me to reflect and eases stress.

I personally like different chocolates. I like milk chocolate during the day and, during the evening, I like something a little bit stronger with more personality, so maybe a 70-percent or 75-percent bar that's hopefully made with good beans so it's not acidic or bitter.

I take a nap in the afternoons, and I'm in bed at 9 P.M. It's a struggle sometimes.

At night, I love dressing up. I love putting on an outfit.

This hour of the evening with a little infinity inside, like an amnesty from the interminable condition of being oneself.

It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.

The sun was just starting to sink below the trees.

The setting sun had turned the blue sky a brilliant orange, then soft pink merging to pearl; the plum velvet of night had come out of the east, spangled with stars.

minutes to get home, unlike the morning.

The sky had dropped a curtain on the sun.

Anyway, Arianna and I left the castle very late one evening. I knew the knight on guard at the drawbridge so I hit hit him over the head because I didn't want to hurt him. Garion blinked. I knew he'd be honor-bound to try to stop us, Lelldorin explained. I didn't want to have to kill him, so I hit him over the head. I suppose that makes sense, Garion said dubiously. Arianna's almost positive he won't die. DIE? I hit him just a little too hard, I think.