Quotes About Afternoons

Mornings smell and taste like fresh, raw life; Night reeks of dreams. Afternoons are scentless, save for tea & 3pm regret.

Out where the grass grows high, and the horned cattle dream away the lazy afternoons, and men still fear the powers and principalities of the air—out there between the corn-rows he held his old puissance to the end.

Slagged of the hurricane—I, cast within its flow,Congeal by afternoons here, satin and vacant.You have given me the shell, Satan,—carbonic amuletSere of the sun exploded in the sea.

incandescent afternoons in Spain, the shutters closed, a blade of sun burning into the darkness.

Inclined in the afternoons I throw my sad nets to your ocean eyes. There it strains and blazes in the highest bonfire, my loneliness, flailing arms like a shipwrecked sailor. I make red signals over your eyes, absent, which swell like the sea at the shore of a lighthouse.

Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.

Afternoons are the Bermuda Triangles of our days. Across many domains, the trough represents a danger zone for productivity, ethics, and health.

We walked around in the afternoons visiting art installations and camps that offered all kinds of entertainments. The pop-up city was a psychedelic carnival.

I love afternoons like that, like when we talk about things like metempsychosis, when we learn so much, and explore so much, and ideas grow and take flight, like the idea about the universe and the egg. I love being home-schooled, when we don't have to stick to subjects and timetables and rules.

Strict shopping laws mean that most German shops close on Saturday afternoons, reopening only on Monday when everybody is back at work.

I try to devote my afternoons to making music in my home studio, but it's a lot more fun hanging out with musicians and friends, and trying subtly to influence a band than making your own stuff.

I'm looking for a job where I can sleep late and have my afternoons free with a lot of money. But those jobs seem to all be filled for some reason.

In the afternoons I spend time with family.

At the beginning of summer it always feels like there's so much time ahead: whole empty calendar pages of sunshine, warm sea breezes, midnight thunderstorms, and running barefoot in the grass. Enough afternoons to do every single thing you wanted to do and even some days left over to do nothing at all. But somehow summer fills up and flies by" -Lily

I stand corrected. Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

Another great luxury is letting myself cry - I always feel marvellously peaceful after that. But it is difficult to arrange times for it, as my face takes so long to recover; it isn't safe in the mornings if I am to look normal when I meeter father at lunch, and the afternoons are no better, as Thomas is home by five. It would be all right in bed at night but such a waste, as that is my happiest time. Days when father goes over to read in the Scoatney library are good crying days.

At her tone, at once intimate and formal, a terrible sadness came over me, and when we looked at each other it seemed that the whole past was redefined and brought into focus by this moment, clear as glass, a complexity of stillness that was rainy afternoons in spring, a dark chair in the hallway, the light-as-air touch of her hand on the back of my head.

Afternoons were whiled away playing guitars to records, singing, reveling in the joy of chords, finding out how almost every rock song they knew could be played with C, F and G or G7.

In the afternoons, in the long pre-nights to Lima's winter, Herr Oswald Teller, from his mildewy room, flooded the house with music and homesickness and geniality. Liquefied Mozart poured down the staircase and formed puddles in the hollows like a torrent of rain that had soaked through the roof.

Nous avons vu la mer' We have been lovers, you and I. We have been alive in the clear mornings of Genesis; in the afternoons, among the prisms of the air, our hands have shaped perfect silences. We have seen the sea; wonder is well known to us.