Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon. — Raymond Chandler 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
In the morning, we carry the world like Atlas; at noon, we stoop and bend beneath it; and at night, it crushes… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
If I'm on location on some island, we usually get up at four in the morning to set up. By seven thirty,… — Daniela Pestova Copy Share Image
(His) sadness grew; it became a rock inside him, pulling him down. He carried the sadness everywhere, morning, noon, and night. It… — Kevin Henkes 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
When I was growing up, we always had a big family dinner at around noon on Sunday. I still love that whenever… — Samuel Alito Copy Share Image
You cannot, in human experience, rush into the light. You have to go through the twilight into the broadening day before the… — Woodrow Wilson Copy Share Image
From breakfast, or noon at the latest, to dinner, I am mostly on horseback, Attending to My Farm or other concerns, which… — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
There is no comparing the brutality and cynicism of today's pop culture with that of forty years ago: from High Noon to… — Charles Krauthammer Copy Share Image
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the… — John Milton 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
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
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
I have just learned a delicious French usage. On wedding invitations when they say the mass is at noon they mean one… — Alice B. Toklas Copy Share Image
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
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
Miles and I had been looking to do a martial arts show for some time. Our first two movies that we wrote… — Alfred Gough 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
For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush… — Edith Wharton 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
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
When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon But small, appear most long and terrible; So, when we think Fate hovers… — John Dryden 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
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
There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of head… — Henry David Thoreau 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
“I think Saturday may be Latin for "stay in pajamas til noon then eventually motivate yourself to shower and get ready for… — Bart Millard Copy Share Image
If I want to eat lunch, I can't go out at noon and head over to Chick-fil-A or Mac's restaurant and not… — Deshaun Watson 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
I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how… — Lauren Oliver 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
…"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
And hate the bright stillness of the noon without wind, without motion. the only other living thing a hawk, hungry for prey,… — Dana Gioia Copy Share Image
Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but… — John Donne 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
For hevene myghte nat holden it, so was it hevy of hymself,Til it hadde of the erthe eten his fille.And whan it… — William Langland Copy Share Image
If a walker is indeed an individualist there is nowhere he can't go at dawn and not many places he can't go… — Edward Hoagland Copy Share Image
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear,… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
