Quotes About Day

There are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide.

She prowled the city on moonlit nights, and OK, there was the occasional chicken, but she always remembered where she'd been and went round the next day to shove some money under the door. It was hard to be a vegetarian who had to pick bits of meat out of her teeth in the morning. She was definately on top of it, though. It was easy to be a vegetarian by day. It was preventing yourself from becoming a humanitarian at night that took the real effort.

The Universe isn't just a light show, they keep it running during the day too.

What sound does forgetfulness make?' She hardly had to think. 'It's the sound of the wind in dead grasses on a hot summer's day.

That doesn't sound very reliable to me, said the druid nastily. How can a book know what day it is? Paper can't count.

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It is a day of angled light and flat-bottomed clouds floating in a turquoise sky.

But that is the nature of tragedy. You go through life never appreciating the joy of a normal day until the instant it's gone.

I feel her presence in the common day, In that slow dark that widens every eye. She moves as water moves, and comes to me, Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.

I feel her presence in the common day, In that slow dark that widens every eye. She moves as water moves, and comes to me, Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be. — Theodore Roethke, from "She," Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse of Theodore Roethke (Indiana University Press, 1964)

I feel her presence in the common day, In that slow dark that widens every eye. She moves as water moves, and comes to me, Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be. from "She

We live from day to day and get as much joy out of experiencing as we can.

I can remember on the first day on 'Chatroom,' it was just one scene for the whole day, which was a really nice luxury to have.

Content is king. When you are asking people to read you several times a day, you better have some fine content.

We try to keep it a normal day while we're up in space. You know, you don't want to change your time cycle too much, so we just keep it normal. And so, about 5 or 6 o'clock at night, after we finish working, we knock it off by having prerecorded shows that we watch sometimes through the computer while we're eating dinner.

Labor Day is seen as a day of rest for many hardworking Americans.

I'm not sure filming a birth is as hard as actual labour, but it's a really long, arduous day!

Often times people complain about the lack of time in television, but I have to say, you don't have any more time to film in feature films then you do in television. It's just a question of how many scenes you'll be doing in the course of a day.

Any day that starts off in a demon-filled bar in a casino designed to look like Hell isn't likely to turn out well.

Hope may be an illusion, but it's what keeps you from jumping in the river or swallowing hemlock. Hope is a beautiful lie and it requires talent to create it for others. And back then on that day when they say it first began, I truly believed that the creation of hope was the greatest of all the arts, the noblest of all the lies. I was wrong.

They were just the ordinary sounds of of people beginning their day, silly raucous, discordant, but they were the most beautiful sounds on earth, the sounds of living people.

the howling began as first one starving dog threw back its head, then another and an other until the whole valley was echoing with the raw, wretched grief of them. It was as if every poor beast in the world was screaming out against what they had witnessed that day.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

These resemble no chicken fingers I've ever seen, lass. And I saw a fair amount of chickens in my day. There was this wench in the stables with the most remarkable . . . well, never mind that. You must grow fowl considerably larger now. I shudder to ponder the size of their beaks.