Day Quotes - Page 5

Study as if you were going to live forever live as if you were going to die tomorrow.

A crack of lightning, an explosion of thunder, the sound of pounding rain.

I must govern the clock not be governed by it.

A lot of good days..makes a great life !!Each day is important. Plan & execute it meticulously.

The last day is way shorter than counting to ten.

Free your mind of that which you have no control. It is not only good to do so for your mental, but your overall health. Some people must learn from experience. You can convey knowledge to them and offer to show them the way. But, that doesn't mean your wisdom will be accepted or appreciated.

Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

Try to be a whole person. Not just a night person, or a day person. Be the kind of person who can live in both.

At the end of the life you have to live your day alone and vice-versa.

Stars are not praised for shining during the day, but at night.

He'd saved her life and killed her trust. He'd thought it a fair trade, at the time.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

You see every day of life as a bonus once you have inner peace.

He kicked off his boots before walking through the living room. Day’s house was very nice. It had been his grandmother’s and she’d left it for him in her will. Day made a lot of renovations on the three-bedroom, two-story home, and God found himself wishing he had a family to share that type of home with. He could see himself sitting on the large leather sofa in the den with Day snuggled up next to him. His mom baking them raisin bread and Genesis upstairs blasting his music too loud. God shook his head at the nonsense and went to find the one thing he had in his life that was real in the kitchen. Day loved him, and as far as he was concerned, that would be enough for him.

Day got back into bed and fully climbed on top of him, laying his head down on his chest. God laughed. “Uhh, sweetheart. You going to sleep like this?”“Yep. I’ve imagined sleeping like this for years,” Day said settling in comfortably.God kissed Day’s forehead and wrapped his arms around him, trying to calm his mind. Please don’t have a nightmare. Not tonight. Just let this night be perfect.

The power of a man's virtue should not be measured by his special efforts but by his ordinary doing.

The moment we pass out of our habits we lose all sense of permanency and routine.

What runs through a person like water through a sieve.

There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.

Day climbed in first and asked. “Where’s the rest of your big stuff?”God smiled. “Joker brought his guys and put everything in a SWAT van and stored it in his garage. I only had like five pieces.”“So he was the one you called to come to your rescue, huh?” Day asked and slammed the door to the truck.“Hey.” God turned Day’s chin to face him. “I swear on everything, I was miserable for those few hours and you know it.”Day pffted.“I tracked your ass down, didn’t I?” God stated.“Yeah, you did.” Day laughed when he thought about God scaring off his boy toy. He laughed so hard that God started laughing too.

Time is the greatest innovator.

Most of life is routine-dull and grubby but routine is the mountain that keeps a man going. If you wait for inspiration you'll be standing on the corner after the parade is a mile down the street.

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

If you observe a really happy man you will find ... that he is happy in tiie course of living life twenty-four crowded hours each day.

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

Day’s thoughts were interrupted when Detective Johnson strolled into the conference room and announced proudly, “Detective Day, you are going to love me, handsome.”“Oh yeah, you finally got me that date with Channing Tatum?” Day quipped.Day heard God huff with annoyance, not bothering to turn around and face them.

The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behavior in certain ways–and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don't know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection.

Time is the devourer of all things.

Always you, since the moment I first lay my hands on you to heal that bullet wound. SinceI fell inside your soul. Don’t you know that by now, Quinn?

I want to fall into the purity that is Day, soaking in his simple honesty, his heart that sits open and beating on his sleeve.

Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean,So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light.

This fucking city is full of nothing but thugs, money grubbing porn-bitches, and hustlers. I’m calling the police.” Ex fumed as he struggled to pull his cell from his pocket.If Syn weren't so damn angry it would’ve been funny as shit the way the man’s jaw dropped when God and Day both pulled their gold badges out from under their shirts. Day smiled that sinister grin and kneeled in front of them, speaking in an official tone, “911, what is your emergency?

Live your day and live it well. It's yours whether you want it or not.

The Sun is the light of the day.

Lost yesterday somewhere between sunrise and sunset two golden hours each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Know the true value of time snatch seize and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness no laziness no procrastination: never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

Thrift of time will repay you in afterlife with a usury of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams waste of it will make you dwindle alike in intellectual and moral stature beyond your darkest reckoning.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

It's critical to God that we think about how we live, how we spend the present time with which we're gifted each day.

A day is a day. It’s just a measurement of time. Whether it’s a good day or a bad day is up to you. It’s all a matter of perception.

You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.

Lucky for you, since you’re the most dangerous man I’ve ever met. Asane woman would run away from you, not toward you.

These steel monstrosities screamed night and day, blotted out the starlit skies and Northern Lights with flashing red strobes, slaughtered thousands of bats and entire flocks of birds banished tourism and wildlife, made people sick and drove them from their now-valueless homes.

He slumped down in the command seat and shut off the irritating alarm. He sighed again. It seemed to be a wonderful day for Mykl d’Angelo, captain and owner of the ‘tramp’ freighter Pegasus. As wonderful days went on his personal scale, this one was rated one of the best.

The Lord had given them the day and the Lord had given them the strength. And the day and the strength had been dedicated to labor, and the labor was its reward. Who was the labor for? What would be its fruits? These were irrelevant and idle questions.

One glance of Thine creates a day.

It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day – or as he sleeps – simply breathing in and out, in and out, and it's like the hymn that sings me to peace. I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere – us – I know I have a chance.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

A wise man nourishes his soul each morning with the word of God and enriches his day with God's wisdom. Psalm 19:7.

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.

That man is blest who does his best and leaves the rest.

Time is an avid gambler who has no need to cheat to win every time.

I look upon every day to be lost in which I do not make a new acquaintance.

Time is the tyrant of the body.

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart.

Plan the number of hours each day you’ll spend on your dreams, the kind of people you’ll love to connect with, the amount of capital you’ll want to invest and the sources of help you are required to get. Make a plan.

Today is a really bad day, Syd. A really, really bad day. Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.