Quotes About Day

he said that in an case the past was little more than a dream and its force in the world was greatly exaggerated. for the world was made each day and it was only men's clinging to its vanished husks that could make of that world one husk more

You are the call and I am the answer, You are the wish, and I the fulfilment, You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I, What more—? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

Then he told her the budget of the day. His life-story, like an Arabian Nights, but much duller, was told night after night to his mother. It was almost as if it were her own life.

This is the day of dramatisation. Merely stating a truth isn't enough. The truth has to be made vivid, interesting, dramatic. You have to use showmanship. The movies do it. Television does it. And you will have to do it if you want attention.

Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read

Por qué voy a empeñarme en que Dios sea otra cosa mejor que este día? En cada hora hay algo de dios y en cada minuto también.

Youth, Day, Old Age and Night Youth, large, lusty, loving—youth full of grace, force, fascination, Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?

I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused, flowing, sounds of the city, sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night.

What is called realism is usually a record of life at a low pitch and ebb viewed in the sunless light of day.

Monday, May 27: Memorial Day was sunny and warm.

wondered at how much emotion can go into any given day, and thought how nice it was to feel this way at the end of it.

It was the kind of winter day that makes you forget that the weather was ever any different, and you feel like it has been winter all the way back to Adam.

I've developed a new philosophy... I only dread one day at a time.

One moment, please... We interrupt our regular program to bring you this special bulletin: It's a nice day outside.

If light travels so fast, How come afternoons are so long?

Let's see.' She fiddles with her terminal and the room card reader. 'You're in 403 and 404. Have a nice day.' I hand Persephone the Forbidden Room card and keep Room Not Found for myself. She looks at me oddly.

A journey of twenty minutes by rail or omnibus, and a luncheon basket, will make a day in the country possible to most town dwellers; and if one day, why not many, even every suitable day?

CHAPTER I On a bright autumn day, as long ago as

As difficult and maddening as the trail could be, there was hardly a day that passed that didn't offer up some form of what was called trail magic in the PCT vernacular—the unexpected and sweet happenings that stand out in stark relief to the challenges of the trail.

It would turn out to be the last full day of her life, and for most of it she held her eyes still and open, neither sleeping nor waking, intermittently lucid and hallucinatory.

People are trying to get in?" "Sure. Just like that guy on the train. Curiosity seekers, freelance writers, photographers. It's amazing. It's barely been a day, Alice, and already the ghouls are descending. I figure by tomorrow someone'll be selling T-shirts and souvenir beer mugs.

Did I love her? Did the earth go around the sun? Did night follow day?

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, — that is your success.

Bright sunset clouds, flushed with a crimson glow, Linger about the calm departing day, Like spirits round a good man's dying bed...