Afternoon sun Quote by Sarah Gailey Download Open image ““He had cheekbones that sliced right through the thick, golden afternoon sunlight.”” — Sarah Gailey ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Afternoon sun
“His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“It was only sunlight she needed. Pure, delicious sunlight flooding through a room.)” — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“We must admit that he had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have brimmed in them and widened them;… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“He swung around. His body, bathed in the first rays of the sun, was stippled with color like a stained glass saint.” — Cameron Dane Copy Share Image
“As he spoke and bent his head to hers, their lips meeting and the soft, warm creatures of their mouths joining blissfully, his eyes… — M.J. Lawless Copy Share Image
“I can picture the way he looked, and recall the weather, and the play of light across his stubbled face, but that virgin moment… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“his pale eyes blazed with the power of what he felt for me. The reflected heat warmed me where I hadn’t even known I… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Whenever he was around, she'd get this look on her face, this kind of radiance. She was a beer poured too fast, her golden… — Elizabeth Brundage Copy Share Image
“The sun was hot on his back, but he barely noticed. It paled by comparison to the warmth that was seeping into his soul.” — Heather Burch Copy Share Image
“His face was shockingly handsome,tan and smooth,except for the two healed scars near his right ear and mouth.” — Laura Wright Copy Share Image
“His eyes were more sunken than I remembered them, and his cheekbones more pronounced. This gave him a harsher, older look - until he… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Well, Winslow. There’s only one bed in here.” They turned their head, still smiling, and took in Houndstooth’s rich pink blush. “And last I… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Don’t worry, Houndstooth. This hippo caper will go off without a hitch.” Houndstooth” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I took what had just happened to my shoulder, and I put it into a box. A box with a tight… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“WINSLOW REMINGTON HOUNDSTOOTH was not a hero. There was nothing within him that cried out for justice or fame. He did not wear a… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Get used to it, ma’am. We have a saying where I’m from—boys will make you cry, but girls? Girls will make you sweat.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Have you ever had anything that you feel like you’d die without?” Houndstooth said it so quietly that it sounded like a prayer. “Something… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Winslow Houndstooth didn’t take the job to be a hero. He took it for the money, and he took it for revenge.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“It’s not a caper,” Houndstooth replied, sounding irritated. “It’s an operation. All aboveboard.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“In the early twentieth century, the Congress of our great nation debated a glorious plan to resolve a meat shortage in America. The idea… — Sarah Gailey 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
“ Benvenuta a la Via dell’Amore,” he says, poking a bright pink lock with Ashlee + Jake written on it in white paint. “What… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad,… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“before, has it?” Molly shook her head. “No. But I still want him home.” She smiled at the sight of her three children napping… — Ann Shorey Copy Share Image
“Twenty-seven years, Colin Hilliard thought, buttoning his suit as he strode out from under the cover of Balmoral’s carriage porch—the early afternoon sun shining… — Stephen England Copy Share Image
“A book alighted, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final flash of… — Megan Rich Copy Share Image
The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“People who live in big cities are deprieved, consciously or unconsciously, of those almost indefinable things on which our human sensitivity feeds, like the… — Margot Fonteyn Copy Share Image
“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and pressed hard… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks flecked with… — Mary Ann Evans Copy Share Image
