Quotes About Afternoon Sky

#1. beast. But first I detour toward the lanai and plop myself on a chaise. The sun is high up in the afternoon sky, not a cloud in sight. People have crowded the beach, just little colorful dots against the white sand. The ocean stretches as far the horizon without any islands visible ahead,

Kendal Taylor

#2. Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

Marcel Proust

#3. They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house.

Ray Bradbury

#4. Late afternoon on the West Coast ends with the sky doing all its brilliant stuff.

Joan Didion

#5. Halfway through the afternoon the sun appeared from behind the blanket of clouds left by the storm. The shining streets were transformed into mirrors, on which pedestrians walked, reflecting the amber of the sky.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#6. Archomai is where believing is being.

T.A. Cline

#7. she was a little frightened that first afternoon. There seemed such a huge expanse of water and sky, and so little of herself.

Joan G. Robinson

#8. If you wanna give me an award, I'll take it. Just don't make me go to the party afterwards.

John Cusack

#9. He declared he never stepped in front of the footlights without first saying to himself over and over: "I love my audience. I love my audience.

Dale Carnegie

#10. It was one of the moments you stay in, to hell with all the troubles of before and after. The sky is blue and the dead are coming back. Later in the afternoon, with sad resignation, the county fair bares its breasts.

Denis Johnson

#11. 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

#12. I think we've established a convention on the show that allows us to do pretty much anything we want to.

Thayer David

#13. In the sky the sun spit its golden, incandescent venom out at the glittering afternoon. A yellow, screaming banshee sparkling bitch of a diamond confidently suspended in a cloudless sky.

Gerard Harrison

#14. His morose voice broke her heart. Ana took the offered flowers and wrapped them in a silk handkerchief, too overwhelmed by emotions to offer more than a choked, "Thank you.

Vivienne Savage

#15. The late afternoon sun, trapped beneath a wall of pewter, stained the clouds a yellowish gray, making the sky unusually bright. It felt surreal, as if the horizon had disappeared beyond the hills. She was stranded in a world of glass.

Sarah J. Maas

#16. What Tolstoy is on about is that carnal love is not a good idea.

Tom Stoppard

#17. Now time, afternoon time, which in the Midi is as elemental as air and light, expanded and rolled billowingly outwards across the rest of the day, and upwards to the vaults of the cobalt sky, freeing everyone in its delicious sprawl from their obligations.

Ian McEwan

#18. My biggest win was getting the meal money bumped from $5 to $7.

Bob Cousy

#19. Give weather reports. It helps the reality of a scene if foghorns are blowing or kites are in the sky on a windy afternoon or the day's so hot wallpaper is peeling off the walls.

Sid Fleischman

#20. The sky grew darker, and the light abandoned the daytime, so that we found ourselves always moving in a timeless murk, the only way to discern the hour the taste of sour burps, toothpaste in the morning, redolent in the afternoon of the jellied beef of school cafetetria meals

Jeffrey Eugenides

#21. The room was plainly but adequately furnished; she noted the shower stall in the bathroom beyond. Actually, she would have preferred a tub, but this would do.

Robert Bloch

#22. Christ's miracles were vivid manifestations to the senses that He is the Saviour of the body
and now as then the issues of life and death are in His hands
that our daily existence is a perpetual miracle. The extraordinary was simply a manifestation of God's power in the ordinary.

Frederick William Robertson

#23. It was a gusty day, and from the windows of Caroline's top-floor flat, only the sky was visible with its little hurrying clouds. It was a day when being indoors was meaningful, wasting an afternoon in superior confidences with a friend before the two-barred electric heater.

Muriel Spark

#24. Late in the afternoon the sky changed to pale gray and there was rain in the air, the atmosphere close and stifling, and a silence clung heavily to the flat colorless plain.

Elmore Leonard

#25. Well, I've always wanted to call my son Barr."
"Like a tavern? Like a soap?"
"My father's name is Barr."
"Oh. And I love it!

Brian K. Vaughan

#26. At four in the afternoon the old moon bleeds radiance into the grey sky.

Nadine Gordimer

#27. In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

Veronica Rossi

#28. The state is not absolute, and loyalty to the state cannot be absolute.

Petra Kelly

#29. The more clearly we see the infinite chasm between God's glory and our sinful falling short thereof, the greater will be our appreciation of His grace and love in bridging that gulf to redeem us.

Dave Hunt

#30. Behind him, the late-afternoon sun ignited the particulate matter in the Los Angeles sky a polluted shade of gold. The

C.E. Tobisman

#31. I never again looked at the sky and saw only vastness and beauty. From that afternoon on I saw that death was also and always there.

Kay Redfield Jamison

#32. I love coming back into Chersonesus in the afternoon; the city is lit up by the sun beginning to set. The sound of the water rushing past the hull, and the sky is as blue as Helena's eyes."
"Did I hear a woman's name?

Destin Bays

#33. The very old and the very young have something in common that makes it right that they should be left alone together. Dawn and sunset see stars shining in a blue sky; but morning and midday and afternoon do not, poor things.

Elizabeth Goudge

#34. The goodness of a thing created is the perfection of its fitness for the use which it serves. Now that use is either particular or universal.

William Ames

#35. It was his favorite part of the afternoon, or should have been: the sun bright and hot in the sky, the plants twitching their green fingers.

Laura Ruby

#36. All afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words?

Frances Mayes

#37. And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

F Scott Fitzgerald