Quotes About Day

WHEN I was brand new to Britain and everything was still a mystery to me, I went with an English friend to Brighton for the day, and there I saw my first seaside pier. The idea of constructing a runway to nowhere was one that would never have occurred to me.

A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.

And I should mention the light which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches...

I hear other people saying, 'I can't wait for my vacation.' To me, it's a lost day out of your life when you feel that way. It's such a waste to be unhappy when you can wake up in the morning anticipating the day. Your work should be something you enjoy.

I'm a musician. I write songs. I just hope when the day is done I've been able to tear a little corner off of the darkness.

He can do all these things, yet he is not free. Nay, he is even more prisoner than the slave of the galley, than the madman in his cell. He cannot go where he lists, he who is not of nature has yet to obey some of nature's laws, why we know not. He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please. His power ceases, as does that of all evil things, at the coming of the day.

You must fight Death himself, though he come to you in pain or in joy; by the day, or the night; in safety or in peril! On your living soul I charge that you do not die - nay nor think of death - till this great evil be past.

It is impossible to say how many dinners Drawlight was invited to sit down to that day - and it is fortunate that he was never at any time much of an eater or he might have done some lasting damage to his digestion.

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.

I ricordi tristi sonnecchiano per tanto tempo in una delle innumerevoli caverne del ricordo, stanno li anche per anni. Per decenni, per tutta una vita. Poi, un bel giorno, tornano in superficie, il dolore che li aveva accompagnati è di nuovo presente, intenso e pungente come lo era quel giorno di tanti anni fa.

more time to let it all settle in. I'd promised the swing, but he wasn't holding that

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

Day now, night now, at head, side, feet, They stand their vigil in gowns of stone, Faces blank as the day I was born, Their shadows long in the setting sun That never brightens or goes down. And this is the kingdom you bore me to, Mother, mother. But no frown of mine Will betray the company I keep.

The tropical, stale heat the sidewalks had been sucking up all day hit me in the face like a last insult.

Another day of hell. He is on the prowl, all the fiends are come to torment me: and I alone am escaped to tell thee.

Our emotions Are only "incidents" In the effort to keep day and night together.

What day is the day that we know that we hope for or fear for? Every day is the day we should fear from or hope from. One moment Weighs like another. Only in retrospection, selection, We say, that was the day. The critical moment That is always now, and here.

Dawn points, and another day Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind Wrinkles and slides. I am here Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.

Dusk came to the third day and killed it with a blue sword. Always it was the same, and the day, always taken by surprise, never escaped, but bled and swooned and shut its eyes in blackness.

Silent they were, and clad in black, the men and the women; even the children. And their faces were all the same, and gazed at Cyrion in the same way. They gazed at him as if he were the last bright day in their lives, the last bright coin in the otherwise empty coffer.

Shaina, said the dawn under the door, wake up! Here comes Young Ash with beer in his belly as high as his eyes and here comes the day walking over the mountain, the day when the witch buys your maiden's blood with her spell.

You know it's been a strange day ... when you're looking forward to the arrival of the bloodsucking undead

The day here is a something without value, a mere torment suffered by living creatures as they await the night. Night is deliverance.