#evening

I mean, in the course of an evening, people will take a solo here and there, but generally it's all about the rhythm of that music. Dealing with the rhythm with everything. That's essentially at least my concept of what that group is. ↗

— Charlie Hunter

#concept #course #dealing #essentially #evening

In the evening of the first day my father conducted us to the public baths. ↗

— Mary Antin

#conducted #day #evening #father #first

The crowds can be very loud, especially when you're playing in the evening. ↗

— Stefan Edberg

#especially #evening #loud #playing #very

Nudity is who people are at the most interesting point of the evening, when they take off their protective layer, when no one is watching. ↗

— Bridget Fonda

#interesting #layer #most #nudity #off

If you lived in a provincial town like Torre Annunziata, where there was nothing to do in the evening but go to the movies with your friends, the cinema was a world of fantasy. I had always been in love with it. ↗

— Dino De Laurentiis

#been #cinema #evening #fantasy #friends

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#been #below #early #early mornings #evenings

Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#bolt #evening #key #prayer

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star. ↗

— Sinclair Lewis

#evening #morning #star #what is love

There's nothing like spending an evening with an audience every night. ↗

— John Lithgow

#evening #every #every night #like #night

The park is high. And as out of a house I step out of its glimmering half-light into openness and evening. Into the wind, the same wind that the clouds feel, the bright rivers and the turning mills that stand slowly grinding at the sky's edge. Now I too am a thing held in its hand, the smallest thing under the sky. --Look: Is that one sky?: Blissfully lucid blue, into which ever purer clouds throng, and under it all white in endless changes, and over it that huge, thin-spun gray, pulsing warmly as on red underpaint, and over everything this silent radiance of a setting sun. Miraculous structure, moved within itself and upheld by itself, shaping figures, giant wings, faults and high mountain ridges before the first star and suddenly, there: a gate into such distances as perhaps only birds know... ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#change