“It was a beautiful, warm Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky.” — Gabrielle Michael Copy Share Image
“He had cheekbones that sliced right through the thick, golden afternoon sunlight.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The night echoes into my hollow lungs in a way that the morning and afternoon sun would never understand or be able… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
“There is no real freedom for the man who is in so much of a hurry that he is annoyed by the… — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
“I feel as exposed as a sweatshirt worn wrong-side-out, or like pocket linings dangling outside of a pair of jeans. My heart,… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
You are my dream when I'm not sleeping, my shining star in the afternoon, my sun to guide my way in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“I wish I could find words--serious, beautiful words--to describe it in the afternoon sunlight; the more I strive for them, the more… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunlight made the city look magical as it glittered through the plane trees of Gloucester Avenue, but Harry knew such… — Claire Evans Copy Share Image
The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“I ride over my beautiful ranch. Betwen my legs is a beautiful horse. The air is wine. The grapes on a score… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes… — Shira Anthony Copy Share Image
“One day, I might perhaps become something so small and insignificant to you that you only think of me as often as… — x q Copy Share Image
“Behind the counter, I slouched on my stool in the sun and sucked up the summer as If I could hold every… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“A book alighted, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim, wavering light, a page hung… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Twenty-seven years, Colin Hilliard thought, buttoning his suit as he strode out from under the cover of Balmoral’s carriage porch—the early afternoon… — Stephen England Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sun was bright above the cloud, lending to the scene a silvery glow that leached the sea of colour and… — Eleanor Catton Copy Share Image
“There are many memories. but I'll tell you the one I like to think of best of all. It's just a homely… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“I've wandered as far west as I can go. Sitting now on the sand, I watch the sun blur into an aftermath.… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“People who live in big cities are deprieved, consciously or unconsciously, of those almost indefinable things on which our human sensitivity feeds,… — Margot Fonteyn Copy Share Image
“Transferring in haste, I felt a curious breathlessness as the cars rumbled on through the early afternoon sunlight into territories I had… — H.P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks… — Mary Ann Evans Copy Share Image
“They were sitting outside the big Starbucks that anchored the western end of Pioneer Square. Lisa was drinking iced tea sweetened with… — Paul McAuley Copy Share Image
“It’s dark as a tomb in here,” she said, unable to see more than shadows. “Will you light the candles, please,” she… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
“ Benvenuta a la Via dell’Amore,” he says, poking a bright pink lock with Ashlee + Jake written on it in white… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
“house, already worrying my car might get stuck and what would happen if my car got stuck. From behind the storm clouds,… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“Tina woke to a thin beam of afternoon sun. She lay still for a moment, revisiting, reliving, trying to get comfortable with… — Nicole Trope Copy Share Image
“There was no movement around the discoloured walls, and Lucy turned the Land Rover about in a slow crawl, the tires crunching… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“could have sworn that she saw the tip of Douglas’s tail wag. She left Bomber to his odious sister and tripped downstairs… — Ruth Hogan Copy Share Image
“I turn and walk back to the home shore whose tall yellow bluffs still bare of snow I can see nearly half… — John Meade Haines Copy Share Image
“As the late afternoon sun shone in Shaw's face and a soft flower-scented wind cooled him, his unhappiness turned to a detachment… — Gore Vidal Copy Share Image
“His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Heartbreak was never cured; it just went into remission. And here it came roaring back, leaving her feverish and weak and unable… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“The late afternoon Sun threw amber and gold across the deep body of the ocean, breaking into unseen luminance across the horizon.… — Tamara Rendell Copy Share Image
