Quotes About Days

If I had a choice, if I had understood earlier that the reason my days were all the same was because I wanted them like that, perhaps...

Thou art the Sun of other days. They shine by giving back the rays.

There were no new ways to understand the world, only new days to set our understanding against.

The lost and found the Cause hath crowned, The Day of Days is here.

Full soft he lay his love beside; But dark are the days of wintertide.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

For you and I are past our dancing days

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days. The

Poniedzia?ek Ja. Wtorek Ja. ?roda Ja. Czwartek Ja. Pi?tek

Don't worry about your studies. When you want to do them well you will do them superbly. But for the moment the main thing is to get what little happiness there is in this wartorn world because "these are only good old days" now.

What I know is that an inchoate desire for a future other than the one that seems to be forming our days brings me to a seat around any tale to lean forward, to hear, to respond, to await response from any other.

In Cadaques, time is suspended in such a way that days spent here are not counted in the ageing process.

And above all, I am not interested enough in politics to let them encumber my last days. —DRIEU LA ROCHELLE,

life's work over, rural ennui stretching ahead: a procession of days, Sunday to Sunday, all without shape.

The Cornish people petition to have their saints back – those downgraded in recent rulings. Without their regular feasts, the faithful are unstrung from the calendar, awash in a sea of days that are all the same.

But what you could perhaps do with in these days is a word of most sincere sympathy. Your movement is carried internally by so strong a truth and necessity that victory in one form or another cannot elude you for long.

Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

I miss Faerieland with a raw intensity. It's magic I long for, magic I miss. Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

Time went by so fast these days. There was some sort of malfunctioning going on with how fast Earth was spinning. Decades went by as quick as years once did.