Quotes About Evenings

of the heart saying strange strange it's not as if such fastenings could ever contain the regular yearning wing-beat of my evenings

My parents signed me up for classical guitar lessons, which made for two years of the most depressing Wednesday evenings.

In the evenings, we like to snuggle up in front of the fire on our big couch.

NO POLITICIAN COULD devote as many evenings to poker and whiskey as had Henry Clay and expect a decorous presidential campaign.

In the evenings I studied chemistry at the University of Chicago, the weekends I helped in the family store.

My evenings are usually spent eating cake with tea, which I should stop. Then I either hang with friends or watch something. I like my evenings free because that is when I get to spend time with myself, my dogs or with friends.

But they had found the Tansy Patch a charming place and were glad to go again. For the rest of the vacation there was hardly a day when they did not go up to it-- preferably in the long, smoky, delicious August evenings when the white moths sailed over the tansy plantation and the golden twilight faded into dusk and purple over the green slopes beyond and fireflies lighted their goblin torches by the pond.

Sunday evenings had long saddened me, reminders of death, unfinished business, guilt, and loss.

Their mutual interest in wine soon led to a close friendship. Many evenings, the two would get together in the great library of Château Lascombes to compare wine notes and great vintages they had drunk. Almost always it was done over a special bottle of wine.

The most significant visions are not cast by great orators from a stage. They are cast at the bedsides of our children. The greatest visioncasting opportunities happen between the hours of 7:30 and 9:30 PM Monday through Sunday. In these closing hours of the day we have a unique opportunity to plant the seeds of what could be and what should be. Take every opportunity you get.

There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that she would find things where she put them, that there would be no interruption, no surprise. It greeted her at the end of each day and lay still with her at night.

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

Here the girls danced together in the winter evenings to the music of the wireless and tender possessive friendships were contracted and repudiated;

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea; I don't catch the subtle things like 'silver-snarling trumpets.' I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never right anything but mediocre poetry.

It was a tradition between them that they should never be too tired for anything, and they found it made the days better on the whole and put the evenings more in order.

Je préfère ces soirées-là. Elles sont plus intimes. Quand vous n'êtes qu'une poignée d'invités, l'intimité est impossible.

My wife and I have a tradition of popcorn and videos with our kids on Friday evenings.

There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.

Frau Rosenbaum describes the November light in Venice, how it simultaneously hardens and softens everything. "In the evenings that light is like liquid," she sighs. "You want to drink it.

There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.