Quotes About Sunday

Sunday, that day so tedious to the triflers of earth, so full of beautiful reposes of calmness and strength for the earnest and heavenly minded.

Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.

When I'm in town on Sundays, I sometimes go down to the Central Bar in the East Village to watch English football. But my natural inclination now is to get in the car with my wife and kids and get out of town.

Give me a Sunday morning, that's full of grace, A simple life and I'll be okay, here in small town U.S.A.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile

The universe transformed into a Sunday afternoon . . . it is the very definition of ennui, and the end of the universe.

The health, long-term mission, and viability of the church are not going to be determined by those who gather on Sunday morning. The future of the church will be determined by the depth of its disciples.

Living up to ideals is like doing everyday work with your Sunday clothes on.

In the South, Sunday morning sex is accompanied by church bells.

And Paris, when you avoid the more conspicuous resorts, and when you are unprovided with congenial companionship can prove nearly as overwhelming as is, say, Birmingham on a Sunday.

Spuntò la domenica, stolida e rispettabile; persino il mare sembrava borbottare e lamentarsi. Tornarono a Princeton facendo autostop, su vecchie ford di contadini transeunti. Si erano beccati raffreddori di testa, ma per il resto giunsero sani e salvi alla fine del vagabondaggio.

Seltzer says that Robert Kintner of ABC—later president of NBC—declared adamantly, "No sports will ever be on television on Sunday." Then Seltzer adds: "Yes, he said that. He told me that.

But Georg was not inclined to write of his commercial success to his friend, and were he to do so now, it would appear especially peculiar. So Georg always confined himself to relating the trivial matters that randomly arise from a disorganized memory on a reflective Sunday.

Sunday, 19 July, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

We're going to win Sunday. I guarantee it.

I think summer has become a venue for TV like it hasn't been in years past, especially on Sunday nights. I know that when I'm winding down at the end of the weekend, just a really great TV show or movie is exactly what the doctor ordered.

When I still lived in Manhattan, people-watching was my hobby, and I spent many Sunday afternoons eating up the scene from a window seat at a Starbucks on Broadway.

I won some winners' medals with Lancashire - a NatWest trophy and a couple of Sunday Leagues.

Sunday is the day I connect with Buenos Aires. I speak to or text my mother every day, but on Sunday I phone everyone.

The first thing I do on a Sunday is five hours in front of the TV watching football, football, football. I watch my games back and pick out what didn't go right and try to make sure it goes well next time.

I sang the 'Sunday Night Football' theme song two years in a row - my first part in American culture, although I still don't know anything about American football.

I glance into the faces of all these people out for a Sunday stroll, but I'm not seeing eyes and noses and mouths. I'm seeing stories. Every person has a story. All the hopes and dreams. And fears. And secrets. In every face.

It was one of those midsummer Sundays when everyone sits around saying, "I drank too much last night.

Virtue its own reward? Alas! And what a poor one as a rule! Be virtuous and life will pass Like one long term of Sunday School.