Quotes About Day

Love was destined and would strike as true as unexpected lightning on a clear day or never come at all.

The character of a whole society is the cumulative result of countless small actions, day in and day out, of millions of persons.

It's really hard in this day and age, with radio and MTV being so consolidated, to get new music out there. I think we've become a really legitimate, viable avenue for getting new music out there.

We're so bereft of support of theatre in this day and age.

Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are Day and Night. Great is Wealth--great is Poverty--great is Expression-great is Silence.

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find

God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day

My Spectre around me night & day Like a Wild beast guards my way My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my Sin

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find, Nor can his Watch Fiends find it, but the Industrious find This Moment & it multiply, & when it once is found ? It renovates every Moment of the Day if rightly placed

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away, Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed. The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed, And all the hills echoed.

Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to Endless Night We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro the Eye Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day

And finally the gray yielded to dark, the clock made another try at striking the hour, missed, waited, tried again unheard, again, until the alarm stung the silence into another sunless day

and clear the mile away the wind might bring its sound from the tracks when the wind lay right, blowing off the day and finally letting the darkness settle, and damp, for day to return like a rumor of day and lurk in the sky unable to break

But this feeling had come, that day, and swallowed everything up inside it, so big you couldn't really prove it was there except by an arithmetic of absence and the memory of better days.

The rain was falling steadily now, but she felt as though she were somehow in collusion with it; it lent the day something conspiratorial

The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent and steady and all they did was remind her that she wasn't good enough.

The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.

Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.

Playing off the NCAA basketball tournament's "March Madness" theme, Mr. Lemoncello declared the first Saturday in March "Library Lunacy Day.

And there's no place I'd rather be on my big day than inside a library, surrounded by books. Unless, of course, I could be on a bridge to Terabithia.

What's the difference between a strike day and a normal day at an Italian post office? On a strike day they put a sign out front to explain why no one's working.

We should get to work immediately on recreating the exact pharmacological launchpad we used that day at Reiden Lake.

Of course, the morning, every morning, was full of such incidents. That was family life. They were all able to get through the day without receiving any particular wounds; every such thing left its tiny scar, but their infant skins healed with wonderful quickness.

Anarchism has quite simply refused to learn from its historic failures, preferring to rewrite them as successes.