Sunday Quote by Natasha Solomons

“Sunday had spread all over the city. It looked as if the sun had smacked into the earth and broken into pieces and chunks…

— Ismail Kadare

“On a bright Sunday morning in the early years of the last century,”

— Cynthia Voigt

“May was like the Friday night of summer:”

— Lisa Jewell

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

— Anonymous

“It is not summer, England doesn't have summer, it has continuous autumn with a fortnight's variation here and there.”

— Natasha Pulley

“But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when…

— Roger Zelazny

“That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed, Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And…

— John Milton

“It was one of those perfect Autumn days so common in stories and rare in the real world.”

— Patrick Rothfuss

“Slowly, all the days became Saturdays, full of more sunlight than I could remember seeing in a long time.”

— Kristine K. Stevens

“Wasn't sunrise meant to be the hour of hope? 'The season of creation' some poet or other had once called it. Fucking poet.”

— Uzma Aslam Khan

“I knew that Sundays in England aren't just ordinary dull Sundays, the same the world over, which demand that one simply tiptoe through without…

— Javier Marias

“It was the kind of barbarously sticky American afternoon that made me yearn for the shadows cast by scooting summer clouds in northern Europe....”

— Joseph O'Neill