Quotes About Day

the sun burnt my little day old eyes

My mind was flying high that day, courtesy of whatever witches' brew of neurotransmitters God had programmed into my genes...

But then as night inevitably goes after the day, my mood would crash, and my mind again would grind to a halt.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

Not even waste/is inviolate./The day misspent,/the love misplaced,/has inside it/the seed of redemption./Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

for a great many people, the evening is the most enjoyable part of the day. Perhaps, then, there is something to his advice that I should cease looking back so much, that I should adopt a more positive outlook and try to make the best of what remains of my day.

Ooh, big day in town for our park warden," I said. "They're even making you wear the uniform. Hayley's mom will be happy. She thinks you look hot in it." Dad turned as red as his hair. Mom's laugh floated out from her studio. "Maya Delaney. Leave your father alone.

Archangel or hound from hell . . . with Gabriel, it depends on the day.

Just look! The day's almost as beautiful as you!

Era fácil pronunciar palabras valientes en la oscuridad. La luz del día podía contar una historia muy diferente.

hundred million Europeans were living on fifteen hundred calories a day—the level at which health begins to suffer from malnutrition. As

We'll see, Grigori thought as he drifted off to sleep. Brave words came easily in the dark. Daylight might tell a different story.

When Philip relived that day in his nightmares, and woke up sweating and screaming in the dark, he would always be able to calm himself, and eventually relax into sleep again, by bringing to mind that final tableau, and the way the screaming and the wounds had been swept aside by the unarmed man with the cross.

The sun shone cheerfully, as on a fine day in hell.

lo mucho que anhelaba la llegada de aquel día. «No —pensó—; no permitiré que ocurra.»

living in that foggy, jumbled blur which is a whole lot like the ragged edge of sleep, that gray zone between light and dark, or between sleeping and waking or living and dying, where you know you're not unconscious anymore don't know yet what day it is or who you are or what's the use of coming back at all...

The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power.

Almighty Power, by whose most wise command, helpless, forlorn, uncertain, here I stand, take this faint glimmer of thyself away, or break into my soul with perfect day!

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.

Help me to work and pray Help me to live each day That all I do may say Thy kingdom come.

I never watched the sun when it was overhead dragging the day after it.

I was half mad with beauty on that day.

You don't blame us for being here, do you? After all, we have no place to go. No home... Incidentally, what an excellent day for an exorcism...