#evening

When I retire I'm going to spend my evenings by the fireplace going through those boxes. There are things in there that ought to be burned. ↗

— Richard M. Nixon

#burned #evenings #fireplace #going #i

But we will play 6, 7 new songs each evening, approximately a third in the concert. I think it's a good balance. It will be very interesting to see the public's reaction. But i think when we'll play the very first new piece, we will be scared. ↗

— Ed O'Brien

#balance #concert #each #evening #first

After I'd produced about two dozen pen and ink drawings, one evening I decided that they needed poems to accompany them. I still have no idea where that notion came from, but it took me about two hours to produce verses for these creatures. ↗

— Jack Prelutsky

#accompany #after #came #creatures #decided

In the evenings I studied chemistry at the University of Chicago, the weekends I helped in the family store. ↗

— Jack Steinberger

#chicago #evenings #family #helped #i

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I'm a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening - figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits. ↗

— Gustav Klimt

#evening #figure #i #landscapes #looking

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

Do cech wilka stepowego należało, że był człowiekiem wieczoru. ↗

— Herman Hesse (Wilk stepowy)

#inspirational #inspirational

The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#evening #his #man #posting #prayer

Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#around #church #coming #coming home #evening

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. ↗

— Lord Byron

#away #beam #clouds #evening #life