leave me a smilejust warm enough…to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.

I love being able to take a nap in the afternoon.

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

I make love like my afternoon shadow is long. I’ll bring the foreplay, if you bring the guacamole. (Yes, I know there is a 99-cent upcharge.)

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don’t do them anymore.

I prefer writing in the mornings, so to that extent I have a routine. I do reading and other things in the afternoon.

… millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Her legs swing complete afternoons away.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we...

Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe, with a pensive and latent energy that is utterly incapable of ever finding an adequate release for itself....

If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.

I’m one of those guys who would like to weigh about 115 pounds for a couple of hours in the afternoon and then go back to my own size about 5 o’clock.

I can’t stand wearing the same clothes all day. It makes me insane. I like to dress for the afternoon and for dinner.

Among the New Hollanders whom we were thus engaged with, there was one who by his appearance and carriage, as well in the morning as this afternoon, seemed to be the chief of them, and...

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when...

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...

How did it get so late so soon?