Quotes About Weekend

May was like the Friday night of summer:

The baby is starting to grumble. Kim sits still in her chair and holds her breath. It's taken her all night to get him to sleep. It's Friday, a sultry midsummer night, and normally she'd be out with friends at this time.

For me, brunch is such a versatile meal since you can play on both the sweet and savory in your dishes.

And then, maybe oddest of all, she leaned back slightly from our embrace and said, "You didn't forget that this weekend is the big summer camping trip? With Cody and the Cub Scouts?" I hadn't actually forgotten—but I also hadn't remembered it in the context of playing out a dramatic scene of domestic anguish, and I had to pause for just a second to catch up with her. "No," I said at last. "I didn't forget.

I woke up again on Monday morning in the middle of an enormous sneeze and feeling like a Turkish weight lifter had spent the entire weekend squeezing every bone in my body.

I take advantage of the long weekend in the fall and leave the city to clear my head, to enjoy the waning warmth in a nearby town and escape the daily routine. I arrive in a sunlit, peaceful spot. The arrangements are to my liking: the quiet hotel, the tasty breakfast, the pool that's empty until noon.

Work isn't really work for me. I hate to tell you this, but I've never liked the weekend in my life. I was enthusiastic about Monday morning from the day I left college.

If you had to work 14 hour days, Mondays to Fridays, then you have to keep Saturdays and Sundays sacred.

I used to hate to go to school, because when it was Friday afternoon and everybody was finished school, I knew I was going to work Saturday and Sunday.

It's definitely hard, it's hard to get into a Monday, it's much easier to work through a weekend and accomplish a lot, but I don't think that's the healthiest way to live.

For a suburban man aged 30 to 40, hell is going clothing shopping on a Saturday afternoon. There are about 5,000 other things they would put on the list ahead of clothes shopping.

It used to be called the Lord's Day, now it is the weekend and if we group all holidays on weekends the devil will have scored another move against Sunday worship.

In college I had a weekend gig at a restaurant, a solo thing that was the best practice I could have ever had. That's where I learned to coordinate my singing and my piano playing.

By the time they are 30, a few are on the fast track and the rest 'put in their time' to do what matters to them on the weekend. They lose the commitment, the sense of mission, and the excitement with which they started their careers. We get damn little of their energy and almost none of their spirit.

POETS Day, remember! Fox smiled to himself: Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday. It was all the invitation he needed.

POETS day," he reminded Siobhan. "Piss Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday," she recited.

The top two movies at the box office this weekend were 'High School Musical 3' and 'Saw V.' One movie features gruesome onscreen torture that is difficult to watch and the other is about a guy with a saw.

The big weekend rush is on. The big city emptying itself out at once. Just a skeleton crew left to keep it going until Monday morning. Everybody getting out - everybody but me, everybody but those who are coming here for me tonight. We're going to have the whole damned town to ourselves. ("New York Blues")

Corfu, so the King asked Venetia if she would act as his hostess for the weekend at Sandringham: he could never bear

My father, too, sacrificed more than I will ever know. As a little girl, I simply adored him and now that I'm grown, I still have to have my weekly "daddy fix." If you passed me on the freeway on any given weekend, you'd see me taking advantage of my free weekend minutes to talk to him on my cell phone.

In the Midwest, if you show up to a college town on a weekend, you risk running into a football game.

It was the kind of Sunday to make one ache for Monday morning.

I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he's chained underground, awaiting Last Times and stinking of mead.

Weird like when you spend a weekend not sweaty and drunk in a basement full of garbage.