Quotes About Sunday

El candidato ya está seguro de su futuro político—: ¡Nada ni nadie podrá evitar el triunfo del pueblo el próximo domingo! —grita.

Murder is something you read about, listen to on a wireless, see at the pictures, discover in print every Sunday morning when you open your newspaper. But you never come across in your own everyday life. It happens to other people, maybe in other districts, but it doesn't happen in your family, or among your neighbours, or down your street.

Lockdown is imposed on every Saturday and Sunday by Govt only to harass the ordinary people and Stupids wearing masks still can't see that they are being fooled through fake news about Corona by media

The hour on Sunday can be a time of wonder, a time of transformation, maybe even a time of awe.

I think about my parents all the time, especially on Sunday when I'm at Mass. My mother always said, 'We do not pray to win elections. We pray for people's health, we pray that God's will be done, we pray that we do our best. But we do not pray to win elections.'

Black and white, good and evil, is just a way to simplify life and make it easier for people to deal with. People love it too; that's why so many people go to church on a Sunday.

No seu primeiro domingo em Galesburg, o diretor e a Sra. Hammond o levaram à igreja presbiteriana, mas depois disso Xamã disse a eles que era congregacionista e, aos estudantes de religião, dizia que era presbiteriano, assim, todas as manhãs de domingo, ele podia passear livremente pela cidade.

In Hartford, Connecticut, it is illegal for a husband to kiss his wife on Sundays.

Ma seule distraction est d'aller, le dimanche, au sortir de la messe, chez Mme Gouin, l'épicière… Le dégoût m'en éloigne, mais l'ennui, plus fort, m'y ramène. Là, du moins, on se retrouve, toutes ensemble… On potine, on rigole, on fait du bruit, en sirotant des petits verres de mêlé-cassis… Il y a là, un peu, l'illusion de la vie… Et le temps passe…

Ma seule distraction est d'aller, le dimanche, au sortir de la messe, chez Mme Gouin, l'épicière… Le dégoût m'en éloigne, mais l'ennui, plus fort, m'y ramène.

Religion is what you sing on Sunday. Your true faith is what you want all week.

Early in August, Lan came and found me down at the creek. It was a Sunday afternoon and so hot that even the mosquitoes were drowsing instead of biting people.

l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

Le dimanche soir, quelques personnes se réunissaient dans l'appartement de Martine Hayward, et moi je me trouvais parmi ces gens-là. J'avais vingt ans et je ne me sentais pas tout à fait à ma place.

No one calls at eight o'clock on a Sunday morning unless it is to give news that cannot wait. And news that cannot wait is always bad news.

I think we would be shocked if we knew how many homes of parents who love to sing of God's grace on Sunday completely forget that grace as they parent their children the rest of the week. But without the intervention of God's grace, your children will not be who they are supposed to be or do what they are supposed to do.

broiling Sunday afternoons in what I still call Joe Robbie Stadium.

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates' debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Every way you look at this you lose

But on that sunlit Sunday, Alexander knew nothing, thought nothing, imagined nothing. He forgot Dimitri and war and the Soviet Union and escape plans, and even America, and crossed the street for Tatiana Metanova.

The sunshine filtered in through the billowing white curtains. Tatiana knew there would be only an instant, a brief flicker of time that bathed her with the possibilities of the day. In a moment it would all be gone. And in a moment it was. Still...that sun streaking through the room, the distant rumble of buses through the open window, the slight wind. This was the part of Sunday that Tatiana loved most: the beginning.

It was a perfect day. For five minutes there was no war, and it was just a glorious Sunday in a Leningrad June. When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

One might say that Christianity's original answer to the question "What is the purpose of life?" was: the purpose of life is Sunday.

There are some things with alcohol you must never do. You must never drink alone, never drink on Sundays, never drink before seven o'clock and if you do, it has to be on a Saturday.

In some ways, pastoring a church is like competing in an extreme sport where you run through a dense pack of grizzly bears every Sunday. On one hand, it's a rush. On the other hand, you quickly become aware of just how hostile a church environment can be.