#evening

One's age should be tranquil, as childhood should be playful. Hard work at either extremity of life seems out of place. At midday the sun may burn, and men labor under it; but the morning and evening should be alike calm and cheerful. ↗

— Thomas Arnold

#alike #burn #calm #cheerful #childhood

I wake up every morning and I feel like I'm juggling glass balls. I live in Los Angeles, my business is run out of London, and most evenings I'm cuddled up in front of Skype, in my dressing gown, speaking with my studio in London. I travel a lot, my team travel a lot, but I wouldn't have it any other way. ↗

— Victoria Beckham

#any #balls #business #dressing #evenings

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. ↗

— William Blake

#act #eat #evening #night #noon

Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun. ↗

— Catherine McCormack

#begun #even #evenings #feel #like

That match was late evening and I had the experience of the electricity of the Centre Court because it was packed, a full house for the whole match. It had been a great year for me, first time there and I had the full taste of Wimbledon. ↗

— John Newcombe

#been #centre #court #electricity #evening

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. ↗

— Jean Paul

#descends #dew #does #down #evening

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. ↗

— Jean Paul

#fancy #gray #gray hairs #hairs #life

I get up around 6:30. I work from about 8:00 to 1:00, take a break for lunch, work again until about 5:00, and then go for a long walk and have dinner. Then, if my wife and I have no previous plans, we decide what to do for the evening. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#again #around #break #decide #dinner

The companion of an evening, and the companion for life, require very different qualifications. ↗

— Samuel Richardson

#different #evening #life #qualifications #require

An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful. I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. ↗

— Samar Sen

#flowers #night #beauty