Quotes About Days

in one's memory, all days tend to be the same, but that there is not a day... which does not bring surprises

Una vez, tu finado padre nos dijo que no se puede medir el tiempo por días, como el dinero por centavos o pesos, porque los pesos son iguales y cada día es distinto y tal vez cada hora.

That I might be allowed to dream the other Whose fertile memory will be a part Of all the days of man, I humbly pray; My god, my dreamer, keep on dreaming me

King John was not a good man, He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him, For days and days and days.

This Is Real and You Are Completely Unprepared: The Days of Awe as a Journey of Transformation, by the late rabbi Alan Lew,

There is nothing like calamity for refreshing the moment. Ironically, the last several years my life had begun to feel shapeless, like underwear with the elastic gone, the days down around my ankles.

21When Enoch had lived 65 years, he begot Methuselah. 22After the birth of Methuselah, Enoch walked with God 300 years; and he begot sons and daughters. 23All the days of Enoch came to 365 years. 24Enoch walked with God; then he was no more, for God took him.

In the never, still arriving, I find you again: blue absence keeps knowledge alive, makes of October an adjusted lens. The days have almost no clouds left.

When Paul was arrested in Japan for having hash in his luggage, I thought he'd be out that night. But it became really serious stuff when he was kept in a cell. I became more fearful as the days went by.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

I've never returned to the locations. I do remember certain days more clearly than others and certain locations with a sense of nostalgia. Perhaps one day, I'll bring my daughter to see them, if she's interested.

Wealth is a person's ability to survive a certain number of days forward.

If I tell the truth—and I should, shouldn't I?—I translate books with my invented system because it makes time flow more gently. That's the primary reason, I think. As Camus said in The Fall: "Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.

Many an hour I have spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him;

Boy, I'll tell you, when the Rams drafted me No. 1, it surprised me. I was walking on air for days.

I mean, I think in the early days we were pretty... pretty British in our entertainment leads.

In the old days, you had an audience of about 400, half of whom were committee members from somewhere or other sitting in their suits. It's become a real sports event with sports fans now.

The dog doesn't know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too.

My favourite British spots are any of the beautiful parks, especially on a sunny day such as this, after a long stretch of cold, cloudy and rainy days.

To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine.

There are no days in life that are so memorable as those that vibrate to some stroke of the imagination.

And some days, he went on, were days of hearing every trump and trill of the universe. Some days were good for tasting and some for touching. And some days were good for all the senses at once. This day now, he nodded, smelled as if a great and nameless orchard had grown up overnight beyond the hills to fill the entire visible land with its warm freshness. The air felt like rain, but there were no clouds.

August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the first gradual burning fever of color in every tree, a faint flush and coloring in the hills, and the color of lions in the wheat fields. Now the pattern of days was familiar and repeated like a penman beautifully inscribing again and again, in practice, a series of it's and w's and m's, day after day the line repeated in delicate rills.

A journalist, it is said, enjoys a license to be educated in public; we are the lucky ones, allowed to spend our days in a continuing course of adult education.