“The wife of a junior officer cooped up in a horrible canvas partition in steerage for five months wrote: "I had enjoyed… — Stephen Taylor Copy Share Image
Our relationship finally ended when he took to waking me up in the wee hours o the morning when he would go… — Chelsea Handler Copy Share Image
“She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night… — Michelle Latiolais Copy Share Image
“When the bad time begins, you may feel alone, because your mind never goes with you. Even your shadow leaves you, then… — Salman Aziz Copy Share Image
“A lover of comfort might shrug after looking at the whole apparent jumble of furniture, old paintings, statues with missing arms and… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence but a long-winded sentence with a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Happy Hour: a depressing comment on the rest of the day and a victory for the most limited Dionysian view of human… — John Ralston Saul Copy Share Image
“Luperón Papaya Salsa There is no such thing as a small papaya in Luperón. I created this salsa to take advantage of… — Ann Vanderhoof Copy Share Image
Personally, I can't see why it would be any less romantic to find a husband in a nice four-color catalogue than in… — Barbara Ehrenreich Copy Share Image
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
“be a happy hour from 4:00 to 5:30. Caylee, the bartender, makes a Foxy Roxie punch—vodka, champagne, mango nectar, and cranberry. (Cranberry,… — Elin Hilderbrand Copy Share Image
In the summer after kindergarten, a friend introduced me to the joys of building plastic model airplanes and warships. By the fourth… — Steven Chu Copy Share Image
By the fourth grade, I graduated to an erector set and spent many happy hours constructing devices of unknown purpose where the… — Steven Chu Copy Share Image
“There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don't lose… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
“A song of despair The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree? Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and… — Arturo Pérez-Reverte Copy Share Image
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange? BEATRICE As strange as the thing I… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year. — Horace Copy Share Image
I'm hoping that Thursday happy hour, doesn't become Friday sad morning hangover. Happy Friday. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and… — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
“These guys had names for every conceivable drinking situation. They liked to have a little eye-opener to get themselves going in the… — G.M. Ford Copy Share Image
“SOME COMPANIES PUT a lot of effort into bringing employees together outside of the office. It might be a happy hour, or… — Kim Malone Scott Copy Share Image
