Quotes About Evening

That evening is the limit of the world, and I've just happened upon it, by accident, while playing, not in search of anything.

The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.

The sun was extinguishing itself on the watery horizon.

he says at last, bidding me good evening as though it were

plans for the evening, Belle had enlisted the rest of her family to ensure that Mama was too busy to accompany her to the opera, so

In the evening, the brilliant yellow pumpkin blossoms will close, drunk on sunshine, while the milky white jasmine will open their slender throats and sip the chill Himalayan air.

At night, low hearths will send up wispy curls of smoke fragrant with a dozen dinners, and darkness will clothe the land.

Dave announced as he pulled into the Methodist Church parking lot where the exterior lights were starting to show

Twenty minutes into our walk away from the wall put us deep in a forest of fir, pine, cottonwood, and aspen trees. The lush forest floor was alive and danced with shadows cast from an endless parade of swaying trees. As we approached early evening it was cool and peaceful. The sound of the trees moving in the wind high above seemed like a friendly traveling companion, calling us farther and farther into the depths of the forest.

Le dimanche soir, quelques personnes se réunissaient dans l'appartement de Martine Hayward, et moi je me trouvais parmi ces gens-là. J'avais vingt ans et je ne me sentais pas tout à fait à ma place.

Je m'appelle Rebecca et je vous aime. Je ne sus que répondre. — Voilà, m'expliqua-t-elle, ils vont vous tuer. Il faut que vous partiez dès ce soir. Je m'en occupe. Je suis officier de l'armée israélienne, et je n'ai pas de compte à rendre au commandant du camp. [...] Je vous aime, je vous aime. Je vous ferai appeler dans mon bureau ce soir à huit heures. Rompez!

But how are you this fine evening? —My arches are falling. —Isn't that the first line of a sonnet?

I would pass over the whole of that evening, in fact. I would spare you the burden of any of it if one piece were not necessary to the story. It is vital. It is the hinge upon which the story pivots like an opening door. In some ways, this is where the story begins. So let's have done with it.

So what do you have planned for tonight?" I asked. "Only to pass time in your lovely company," Denna

it was a frigid January evening in Manhattan. The temperature was cold enough that if his exposed skin happened to brush up against a lamppost it would decide to leave him and stay with the metal.

I stood up from my seat and made my way for the exit downstairs. Outside, the early evening assaulted me with light, surrounded me with sudden warmth. This is what I deserve, I said to myself. I've made my nothing, and now I've got to live in it.

For safety's sake, I try not to go to the ATM at night. I also try not to go with my four-year-old who screams, "We've got money! We've got money!"

There was no sound, and this compounded the unreality of the situation. In the course of a raucous evening, nothing is louder than silence.

The hour of infused tea and closed books; the sweetness of feeling the evening's end.

We were newlyweds, after all—but when evening came things fell apart. We'd been married for several weeks now, and I could count on one hand the number of times we'd actually had sex.

The sun went down early in our valley—never a moment after 6:00 p.m.—and by the time it set, every night, no matter what else was happening, Jock had washed and was inside at our bar cart, doctoring a whisky.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, Waking in the dawn of the morning, In the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, Sleeping in the cold night's arms.

Good. Then join us at eight. Don't dress up, black tie will do.

The idea of morning and evening prayer led by a military officer was part of the Virginia in which Washington was raised.40