evening

Believe it or not, I say my prayers in the morning and in the evening.

Even though I hated doing farming and wanted to just get out of the village, I would work from 5 in the morning till 5 in the evening.

There is a shop close to where I live, outside which, on certain nights of the month - I've no idea if the transit of the moon determines precisely when - fans of designer skateboards queue from early evening in order - well in order, I presume - to be among the first to jump on a skateboard when the shop opens in the morning.

When I first broke through, there was only NBC, CBS and ABC, and they had news in the morning and in the evening - there wasn't no 24-hour news.

In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.

The result was that, if it happened to clear off after a cloudy evening, I frequently arose from my bed at any hour of the night or morning and walked two miles to the observatory to make some observation included in the programme.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

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

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

My whole thing is not just to play music for people, but to make them part of the evening.

The democratic system is challenged by the failure in television because our evening news programmes have gone for an attempt to entertain as much as to inform in the desperate fight for ratings.

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

What you wear in the evening is important for women because it's so personal, and it's so complicated to get it right. I like trousers for evening, especially when they have that width and attitude to them.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

One by one the flowers close Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon.

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.