The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If you're a prostitute, this is your day: You party, you have customers until four or six in the morning, then you… — Michael Glawogger Copy Share Image
...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus,… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon. — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
Warren Beatty once quipped that the best time for a wedding was noon, because if the marriage didn't work, you hadn't screwed… — Peter Biskind Copy Share Image
The more we sink into the infirmities of age, the nearer we are to immortal youth. All people are young in the… — Jeremy Collier Copy Share Image
There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at… — William Morris Copy Share Image
A poor fisherman who knows the beauties of the misty mornings is much richer than a wealthy man who sleeps till noon… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
I love Chinese food, like steamed dim sum, and I can have noodles morning, noon and night, hot or cold. I like… — Shilpa Shetty Copy Share Image
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . .… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
But the impressions which the morning makes vanish with its dews, and not even the most "persevering mortal" can preserve the memory… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Christmas hath a darkness; Brighter than the blazing noon; Christmas hath a chillness Warmer than the heat of June, Christmas hath a… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I'm not one of those who spring up yelling, "Yippee! Another day!" I'll grumble and sulk around a couple of hours, reading… — Johnny Carson Copy Share Image
I stood my ground. "You evil scientist are all the same--evil. Count me out." Fang and I brushed past Mr. God and… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Today she met me at the door, said I would have to choose, if I picked up that fishing rod today, she'd… — Brad Paisley Copy Share Image
As impossible as it is for us to take a breath in the morning large enough to last us until noon, so… — Ole Hallesby Copy Share Image
Transience is the force of time that makes a ghost of every experience. There was never a dawn, regardless how beautiful or… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
New York is where it is going to begin, I think. You can see it coming. The insect experts have learned how… — John D. MacDonald Copy Share Image
At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
