Afternoon Sun Quotes

• But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

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  Jean Rhys

  Golden Days   Afternoon   Lasts  

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• What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?

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  Katherine Mansfield

  Feelings   Overcoming   Pieces  

  Katherine Mansfield (2016). “KATHERINE MANSFIELD – The Ultimate Short Stories & Poetry Collection: 100+ Titles in One Volume (Literature Classics Series): Prelude, Bliss, At the Bay, The Garden Party, A Birthday, Poems at the Villa Pauline, Child Verses and many more”, p.7, e-artnow

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• But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.

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  Linda Howard

  Light   Self   Sweat  

  Linda Howard (2016). “Loving Evangeline”, p.82, HQN Books

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• The library is not, as some would have it, a place for the retiring of disposition or faint of heart. It is not an ivory tower or a quiet room in a sanitarium facing away from the afternoon sun. It is, rather, a command center, a power base. A board room, a war room. An Oval Office for all who preside over their own destinies. One does not retreat from the world here; one prepares to join it at an advantage.

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  Eric Burns

  War   Heart   Destiny  

  Eric Burns (1995). “The Joy of Books: Confessions of a Lifelong Reader”

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• The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoulders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive. I am filled with dreams and mysteries. I am all sun and air and sparkle. I am vitalized, organic.

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  Jack London

  Dream   Autumn   Air  

  Jack London (2016). “John Barleycorn”, p.152, Xist Publishing

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• Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

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  Henry James

  Beautiful   Summer   Time  

  Quoted in Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance (1934)

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