#clock

Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn. ↗

— Mary Higgins Clark

#clock #dawn #even #sense #six

People always ask me, 'Why did your wife take that extra job?' What they don't know is that four out of five days a week she's going to be home having dinner with us by five o'clock. ↗

— Mark Consuelos

#ask #clock #days #did #dinner

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it. ↗

— Michael Ende

#because #calendars #clocks #eternity #exist

For me, college wasn't a breeze. I had 8 o'clock classes, I worked from 3 to 11 at the Settlement House. On weekends, if Northwestern Bell needed me, I'd troubleshoot for them, and I had a steady girl. God! ↗

— Henry Fonda

#breeze #classes #clock #college #girl

There were also horror shows on the radio. Very terrifying and thrilling to me as a kid. They had all these creepy sound effects. They would come on at ten o'clock at night, and I just would scare myself to death. ↗

— Jessica Hagedorn

#clock #come #creepy #death #effects

They took away time, and they gave us the clock. ↗

— Abdullah Ibrahim

#clock #gave #time #took #us

When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability. ↗

— Robert Lanza

#bits #chicken #clock #discrete #dishwasher

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#aisle #approach #clock #figures #hour

A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway, and followed our merry pipers home to town. ↗

— Patrick MacGill

#clock #followed #home #hour #marched

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#vampires #will-herondale #beauty