#evening

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

— Stefan Edberg

#especially #evening #loud #playing #very

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

— Mahatma Gandhi

#bolt #evening #key #prayer

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

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

— John Lithgow

#evening #every #every night #like #night

I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#had #i #perfectly #wonderful

I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#had #i #perfectly #wonderful

I always thought it would have been fun to spend an evening with Patsy Cline - just because I think she was really fun and interesting. I think you'd have a really good time with her. ↗

— Martina McBride

#because #been #evening #fun #good

In the theater, you go from point A to point Z, building your performance as the evening progresses. You have to relinquish that control on a film. ↗

— Gwyneth Paltrow

#control #evening #film #go #performance

What a nice night for an evening. ↗

— Steven Wright

#nice #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