#evening

My theme this evening is that America needs a competitive dollar. ↗

— Martin Feldstein

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In the evening every man looks the same. Like penguins. Women have a special dress for that event; men, the same tuxedo. ↗

— Roberto Cavalli

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The same practice was continued every evening through the whole course, and with the same success. Many individuals expressed their gratification at having discovered such simple means of relieving the tedium of a long discourse. ↗

— George Combe

#course #discourse #discovered #evening #every

I'm very sensitive. Because my mum was my primary emotional caregiver growing up, I found myself being pinned into dresses, darting her dresses, choosing her high heels for the evening or what to wear. I'm very much a mommy's boy. ↗

— Tom Hardy

#being #boy #choosing #dresses #emotional

The evening news is a concept whose time has come and gone. ↗

— Bernard Goldberg

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Before I do a play I say that I hope it's going to be for as short a time as possible but, once you do it, it is a paradoxical pleasure. One evening out of two there are five minutes of a miracle and for those five minutes you want to do it again and again. It's like a drug. ↗

— Isabelle Huppert

#before #evening #five #going #hope

During the day I force myself to at least eat some salads rather than rubbish, and a steak in the evening. In fact, I eat to basically satisfy my hunger. I hardly have the time to appreciate a meal, and I'm everything, but a gourmet. ↗

— Milla Jovovich

#basically #day #during #eat #evening

They are the literary equivalent of sequins on an evening dress. ↗

— Stefan Kanfer

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I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening. ↗

— Jerzy Kosinski

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I’m on a side of a road somewhere, stuck in the middle of a very deep hole, with no way of getting out. Never mind how I got in there, it’s not relevant to the story. I’ll invent a back-story… I was walking to get pizza and a chasm opened up in the earth and I fell in, and now I’m at the bottom of this hole, screaming for help. And along comes you. Now, maybe you just keep walking. You know, there’s a strange guy screaming from the center of the Earth. It’s perhaps best to just ignore him. But let’s say that you don’t. Let’s say that you stop. The sensible thing to do in this situation is to call down to me and say “I’m going to look for a ladder. I will be right back.” But you don’t do that. Instead you sit down at the edge of this abyss, and then you push yourself forward, and jump. And when you land at the bottom of the hole and dust yourself off, I’m like “What the hell are you doing?! Now there are two of us in this hole!” And you look at me and say, “Well yeah, but now I’m highly motivated to get you out.” This is what I love about novels, both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are ↗

— John Green

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