#sundays

Most Sundays, with the exception of football Sundays, I work, because I don't take days off as long as I'm working on something that's supposed to be all in the same mood. ↗

— Robert Caro

#days #exception #football #i #long

My wife and I like to go to church if we're in town. On Sundays, I try to be as chill as I can, whether I'm watching golf or barbecuing. ↗

— Josh Duhamel

#church #go #golf #i #i can

My favorite country is America. I love going there! I go in the local lake near where I work on Sundays. It's called Berry Hill. ↗

— Tom Felton

#berry #called #country #favorite #go

Dimanchophobia: Fear of Sundays, not in a religious sense but rather, a condition that reflects fear of unstructured time. Also known as acalendrical anxiety. Not to be confused with didominicaphobia, or kyriakephobia, fear of the Lord's Day. Dimanchophobia is a mental condition created by modernism and industrialism. Dimanchophobes particularly dislike the period between Christmas and New Year's, when days of the week lose their significance and time blurs into a perpetual Sunday. Another way of expressing dimanchophobia might be "life in a world without calendars." A popular expression of this condition can be found in the pop song "Every Day is Like Sunday," by Morrissey, in which he describes walking on a beach after a nuclear way, when every day of the week now feels like Sunday. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#sundays #time #unstructured-time #life

I play basketball on Sundays and I'm a very spiritual guy; I read a lot of Eastern philosophy and I meditate. ↗

— Garry Shandling

#eastern #guy #i #lot #meditate

I have to confess that there have been some times when I was less than glad to be a minister, and some Sundays still when I tremble under the weight of trying to speak a word for God. ↗

— James Green Somerville

#confess #glad #god #i #less

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't. ↗

— Patrick White

#children #fathers #fowls #mothers #recycling

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays. ↗

— Steven Herrick

#month-of-sundays #dreams

Oh dear sunday, I want to sleep in your arms and have fun day. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#poetry-quotes #sunday #sundays #poetry-quotes

My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister, an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays. ↗

— Daphne Zuniga

#adam #bra #draft #earth #eve