“He had cheekbones that sliced right through the thick, golden afternoon sunlight.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“It was a beautiful, warm Tuesday afternoon. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky.” — Gabrielle Michael 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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
“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 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
But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
The library is not, as some would have it, a place for the retiring of disposition or faint of heart. It is… — Eric Burns Copy Share Image
“The butterfly startled at Mary’s gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“before, has it?” Molly shook her head. “No. But I still want him home.” She smiled at the sight of her three… — Ann Shorey Copy Share Image
“Sitting here, beneath this majestic oak tree under the hot afternoon sun in the middle of nowhere, the concept of time, present,… — Rachael Wade Copy Share Image
“She once told him about the mysterious trampled-down places found in fields, which the peasants superstitiously called werewolves' nests. Coming across one… — Jody Shields Copy Share Image
“Paul Dark lit a cigarette and raised it to his mouth. The moment the tip glowed, he inhaled deeply and leaned back… — Jeremy Duns Copy Share Image
“For the record, I tried to stop this," I said grimly. Then I turned my attention back to Ian. The afternoon sun… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“My undersheriff readjusted herself, the irony of her squeaking gunbelt underlying her next statement. “Who you wanna shoot?” He sat there under… — Craig Johnson Copy Share Image
“Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing… — Katherine Mansfield 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
“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final… — Megan Rich 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
