Best 377 quotes in «day quotes» category

And when he's gone, remember you once loved him, you once needed him, you once cared about him more than anything in the whole world, you can’t deny he was ever there, you can’t deny what you had, you can’t deny it ended over absolutely nothing, you can’t deny that regardless, you still think about it, no other man could love you as he did, he does. One day you’ll realize what you’ve done, you’ll come back and he'll be gone.

Another day. How long are you gonna scroll down? Semicolon Smile

A plan is not a routine that a man does every day; it is not even a time table

Are you afraid now?" said Gregor. "At times," she admitted. "But it is no worse than if I were in Regalia. You see, I was tired of constant fear, so I made a decision. Everyday when I wake I tell myself it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it." Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn't answer. "And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

As a child I had been taught to say my prayers at the start of every day, and so it did not seem an odd thing for me to stand out in the field and say "Oh God whatever happens today let it be under your perfect control.

As a British person living in the USA, I keep a low profile on Independence Day, July 4th.

As the sun shines I will make hay To keep failure at bay For there remaineth a pay For my honest toil each day.

At night I dream of things I scoff at by day.

Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

At birth and at dawn for each and every day it triumphs over the eclipse. It is the very first thing that you see. Its power is blinding at first, anon it opens our eyes to the allure of the world. Each moment it breathes life into us, warms our souls and colors our skin. At gloaming it seems to wane, while it privily awaits a time to give birth to a new circle of life.

At the end of the day, your added value will determine everything

At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.

At the end of the day, humans are merely animals behind their fancy clothes.

At this moment, all I'm thinking about is what I'd give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.

At the end of the life you have to live your day alone and vice-versa.

A wise man nourishes his soul each morning with the word of God and enriches his day with God's wisdom. Psalm 19:7.

A world emerging, daily, out of nothing, a world that we trust to resemble what we've seen previously. We should know better.

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

Battles waged in daylight are fought by soldiers. Battles waged at night are fought by savages.

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

Be grateful for the day and the day will be grateful for you. Stay positive and everything around you will respond in kind.

Brightness of day always end with the darkness of Night

Busy in a bus or lacking luck you poke to pluck a pick-up truck. Utterly shocked you choke in the lock and check if you chuck a buck or if you are stuck in the muck. So you should lurk in a day like this in such a murky lucky way. In a day when you don't know if you laugh or cry... Errands wait for those who are late in the busiest day. Such day that defies all your senses and makes you want to fly... To fly away!

Be under the broad day light and act rightly; go into the dark night and do the same thing. Never let what you do in light and darkness mis-match. That’s a good character of leadership!

Birth our night into day And bathe it clean, So that beloved things can glow Together in a litter of light.

Breathe deep... The rain falls but a moment, and in a moment, gives life to another day.

Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.

Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you

Day and night. Give and take. But never to die. Each have their time.

Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun; one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night.

Daylight does not lend itself to terror: objects and people are plain to see; and we encounter there only those things which dare to show themselves in the glare of day. But night, opaque night denser than walls, night, empty and infinite and so black and fathomless that terrifying things reach out and touch us, night when we feel horror stirring, mysteriously prowling―night seemed to him to hide some unknown, imminent, threatening danger. What could it be?

Day is day.

Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.

Create time for yourself... There are 24 hours in a day... Outline the number to spend on your dreams every day!

Day must be an exciting friend, but night is a truthful one.

Day had fucked up big time. This was all his fault, all because he couldn’t keep his nosy ass out of other peoples private business. Day rushed to God’s side. “I’ll help you ba—” Day didn’t know how, but God had found enough strength after that beating to push him so hard that he flew into the dresser, knocking it and all of the items that were on top of it to the floor, including the television. Day rolled a few feet, the dresser just missing falling on top of him. “Cash, what the fuck!” Day cursed. He rolled to his side and winced at the sharp pain in his ribs from coming into contact with the dresser. “I was trying to help you get into bed.” “Get the fuck out, Leo.” God’s face was an unyielding mask. For the first time in four long years, Day couldn’t read what the hell was going through God’s mind. Day stood slowly. “God, I only called him because I needed to go—” “It doesn’t matter why you did it! You had no right! You have no clue what you just did!” God yelled. “Now get out!” “Cashel, please. Just hear me out,” Day pleaded. His eyes begged for God to see the sincerity in them. He really didn’t mean for any of this to happen. “Baby, I swear. I didn’t know any of this was happening between you and your family. You should’ve told me. Why was he calling you a murderer?” No matter what, Day couldn’t turn off his detective side. Day watched God squeeze his eyes shut. He went down on one knee and clutched his chest when the hard coughing started again. God’s eyes were full of water and pain. Day timidly eased over to God’s side but God cut his eyes at him, daring him to come any closer. Day had to fight the moisture in his own eyes. “I just want to help you into bed.” “Day, if you don’t get the fuck out of my house, I’m going to show you why he called me a murderer,” God said through clenched teeth. Day couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips, or the pain that radiated through his chest, as if his rib cage had been torn open and his heart ripped out and thrown underneath the bed. Day kept his eyes on God as he knelt to pick up the dresser, then the television. God watched him as well. Day didn’t say anything as the rogue tear fell down his face without his permission. Day went around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled a pen and piece of scrap paper from the drawer, still watching God carefully. He really didn’t like the look on his best friend’s face. He’d seen the look before, but he’d never had it leveled on him. Day scribbled a couple of phone numbers on the paper.

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart.

Days are a finite resource and it's best to protect the ones you have.

Did you have a sad day? Don’t worry, you have all the night to compensate for it! Did you have a sad night? Don’t worry, you have all the day to compensate for it!

Dream in colours, for hues are vibrant. Paint each day with a smile. In days of past, don't grieve; Make new deposit to the pleasant memory bank! Let your life be a reason for others to LIVE.

Don't despise the little steps you know you can take every day. There are tiny miracles in each and every one of them.

Don't neglect the gifts in you. Power reserved is function suspended. The day you choose to switch on your passion is the day you will see your dunamis power in you. Be inspired!

Dream at the beginning of the day and you won’t regret at the day’s end.

Dreaming By Day, Wishing On Stars At Night...

Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark.

Each day is God’s gift of a fresh unspoiled opportunity to live according to His priorities.

Each and every day begins with a choice, the first influencing the second, the third and so on . . .

Each day was an unfinished thought. Night was a secret bursting to be told. ~Ai’sha

Each day is a dry leaf, which never comes back to life again.