Quotes About Day

She has learnt the language of love From lips that laugh in the sun, Where the skies are so clear above, Her eyes fresh blue have won. But oh be still my heart! Will she yet remember the day Her tears o'er our kiss did run, The day that she went away?

The evening darkens over After a day so bright, The windcapt waves discover That wild will be the night.

What shall I do with the night and the day, with this life and this death?

To me at least was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

It was not quite seven and Berlin was alive with possibilities the day had yet to dull.

By this time it was after half past three. The winter light was fading. Beyond

At dawn the day was born, just as twilight gave birth to night, but at dawn, night died, and at twilight, day.

Only a few of the wounded would be here, of course. They would have been coming as they could throughout the day, leaving as and when they could. If they could. None of the dead would be here. Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won. He seemed to remember saying that before, long ago. Perhaps he had read it.

It was a lovely afternoon - such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour.

It has been a prosy day for us, she said thoughtfully, but to some people it has been a wonderful day. Some one has been rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today-- or a great poem written-- or a great man born.

if he had preached like Peter and Paul it would have profited him nothing, for that was the day old Caleb Ramsay's sheep strayed into church and gave a loud 'ba-a-a' just as h

It has been a Prosy day for us, but for some people it has been a wonderful day. Someone was rapturously happy in it. Perhaps a great deed has been done somewhere today- a great poem written- or a great man born. And some heart has been broken, Phil.

It was a quiet day in Tombstone.

But it had been a wonderful day, the most wonderful day in her whole life. She thought about the beautiful lake, and the town she had seen, and the big store full of so many things. She held the pebbles carefully in her lap, and her candy heart wrapped carefully in her handkerchief until she got home and could put it away to keep always. It was too pretty to eat.

I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I haven't seen the flash of sunlight on metal that means a car is coming up the winding drive, working its way around the switchback bends. I don't notice the other girls stir, sit up, because a car approaching at this time of day is very likely to contain precious cargo: i.e., at least one boy.

When the window turned dark, it was presumably night; when it grew blue again, I guessed that morning had come.

A rainy day can actually be a very important day. And a small hope isn't really small if it makes a lost hope less sad.

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

It's a sad day when a cartoon is doing more and cares more and pays more attention to the environment than our president.

But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.

It's a sad day in America when foreign governments with deep pockets have more influence in our own country than our great citizens.

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.

I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.