Late afternoon Quote by Carol Ann Duffy Download Open image ““I think of him in certain lights, dawn, late afternoon,...”” — Carol Ann Duffy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Late afternoon
“He's looking into the night, in case a shadow comes to listen and look.” — Herta Müller Copy Share Image
“Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadows where you accompany me in your dreams and tell me the hour of light.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The way he looks at me- steady and silent, bold and bright - makes me feel as if the storm outside were trapped inside… — Jessica Khoury Copy Share Image
“a glimpse of light reflected in his eyes. Stars shining there perhaps. Or the moon.” — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I can’t imagine not being with him. He’s the burst of light in my dark corner. I feel like if I lost him, I’d… — Ella Goode Copy Share Image
“Then I think of my neighbor, arrested and taken away and killed. I see it in the daytime, and I dream it in the… — Joel Brinkley Copy Share Image
“There was light in him, one so bright it could illuminate the entire night sky if only it wasn't covered over by the shadow… — M.S. Willis Copy Share Image
“You are dawn and she is midnight. And despite the mist of the half-light, together you see more clearly in the dusk.” — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
“I see the sun, high overhead, and then I know. This darkness doesn’t belong to the night. It belongs to me.” — Catherine Ryan Hyde Copy Share Image
As anyone who has the slightest knowledge of my work knows, I have little in common with Larkin, who was tall, taciturn and thin-on-top,… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup. Or when… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Every day is a gift with a child, no matter what problems you have — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid steams in your china cup. Or when… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“The whole idea of it makes me feel Like I’m coming down with something, Something worse than any stomach ache Or the headaches I… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
Imagine you are walking down a leafy path…The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late… — Azar Nafisi 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 the ducks… — Brandi L. Bates 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 on the… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“Late afternoon arrives, and I’m still unshowered and in my robe. The feel and smell and taste of Esben are all over me, and… — Jessica Park Copy Share Image
It's of being alone with my dad. He drove a truck for a living. But he had a few free hours in the middle… — Mark Wahlberg Copy Share Image
I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind.… — Dave Pelzer Copy Share Image
“The heat of late afternoon closed in around us like an animate thing; you could feel it on your skin, warm and moist, like… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“He was almost a poet in his old age and his notion of what happened took a poetic turn. 'I had come to the… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
“Surely the colour of London was an exquisite thing. It was like a pearl that late afternoon, something very gentle and pale, with faint… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon. -Mr. Vonnegut” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I went to see a children's matinee at the movie theatre one summer, but at some point they had changed to the grown up… — Robert Englund Copy Share Image
