Afternoon Quotes

I gave up drinking once -- it was the worst afternoon of my entire life.

About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

Everyone wants to win on Saturday afternoon when the game is played. It’s what you do the other six days that decides the outcome

A man who has to be punctually at a certain place at five o'clock has the whole afternoon ruined for him already.

On Saturday afternoons, there was a film, of course, and then we did about four shows between the films. And I would do a tap dance, a little military tap.

There was no way Jacob would voluntarily miss an afternoon with Renesmee sans bloodsuckers. -Bella Cullen

Afternoon tea should be provided, fresh supplies, with thin bread-and-butter, fancy pastries, cakes, etc., being brought in as other guests arrive.

I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.

We didn’t have Facebook in my day, we had a phone book but you wouldn’t waste an afternoon on it

Man, you don't know how I felt that afternoon when I heard that VOICE and it was my own VOICE.

But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life's morning — for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie.

We entered Gettysburg in the afternoon, just in time to meet the enemy entering the town, and in good season to drive him back before his getting a foothold.

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

Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

The only reason there's such a thing as a morning in the first place is to keep night and afternoon from bumping into each other. -Kheldar

Saturday afternoon, although occurring at regular and well-foreseen intervals, always takes this railway by surprise.

Sleeping like an internet person takes commitment, it all starts in the late afternoon.

China tea, the scent of hyacinths, wood fires and bowls of violets – that is my mental picture of an agreeable February afternoon.

I work for three or four hours a day, in the late morning and early afternoon. Then I go out for a walk and come back in time for a large gin and tonic.

Never draw more in the morning than you can erase in the afternoon

Until you've been kissed on a rainy Parisian afternoon - you've never been kissed.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.

It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.

What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week.

I like the good life too much, I'm not good at going on stage night after night and on wet Wednesday afternoons.

The unconscious mind has a habit of asserting itself in the afternoon.

What is moral is what you feel good after.

Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts.

I have auditory hallucinations, I hear voices saying derogatory things, like I'm terrible and I'm going to die, and they're usually worse in the afternoon.

Trouble travels fast / When you're specially designed for crash testing / Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

I don't see why I can't listen to Miles Davis and Slipknot in the same afternoon.

I'm an afternoon person.

The afternoon and the early evening slide by in a lidded daze where the ability to think in any identifiable way disappears and where every moment seems to be an eternity.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don't love and don't have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.

Have you ever noticed it for some reason you want to feel completely out of step with the rest of the world, the only thing to do is sit around a cocktail lounge for the afternoon?

At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone

If the afternoon had been blue, there might have been less desire.

There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring.

I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.

I could only tolerate an afternoon if I took a triple amount of the stated dose of valium prescribed by my GP (who would soon take his own life).

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

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.