Perfect Afternoon Quotes

#1. All in all, it would be a perfect afternoon, if not for the fact that I have a meeting coming up at which I am concerned that I could be killed.
There's always something ...

David Rosenfelt

#2. During the 1920s New York Yankee owner Jacob Ruppert once described his perfect afternoon at Yankee Stadium. 'It's when the Yankees score eight runs in the first inning,' Ruppert said, 'and then slowly pull away.'

Peter Golenbock

#3. It's not like I planned to have a heart attack, you know? I wasn't thinking to myself, 'Hmm, you know what James? Today seems like the perfect afternoon for a myocardial infarction.

John Bowen

#4. When life gives you a perfect afternoon, you have to guard against anything that tries to steal it away.

Alice J. Wisler

#5. It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.

Ellen Glasgow

#6. With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore.

Hunter S. Jones

#7. Julian presented the food. A fillet of sea bass with perfect griddle marks and a scattering of fennel picked from a nearby hedgerow. There were caramelized carrots, baby la ratte potatoes and a garnish of roasted tomatoes that had made a brief appearance in a painting that afternoon.

Red Ochre Press

#8. But we never stopped believing that somewhere out there, in some stranger's backyard, our mother's rosebush was blossoming madly, wildly, pressing one perfect red flower after another out into the late afternoon light.

Julie Otsuka

#9. The sky had started off bluffing, convoys of dark clouds scurrying across like sheep to market. But by afternoon a perfect blue canopy stretched from horizon to horizon.

Abraham Verghese

#10. The spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness.

John Green

#11. That afternoon the whole world seemed to devote itself to being perfect and radiantly beautiful and kind to one boy.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

#12. Around them, late afternoon sun glistened off waves that slapped against the sides of the deck. Seabirds dipped in and out of the deep blue water. It would have been a perfect, tranquil scene except for the pounding of hammers and the whir of a saw.

Miranda Liasson