... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. — Susan Ertz
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... millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

— Susan Ertz
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More “Afternoon” Quotes

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says — Jorge Luis Borges
I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I m — Charlotte Eriksson
Memory is like fiction: or else it's fiction that's like memory. — Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes
Memory is like fiction: or else it' fiction that's like memory. — Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes
Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, — Sanhita Baruah
Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveni — Sanober Khan
Happiness is a hot bath on a Sunday afternoon. — A.D. Posey
Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unk — Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
It was normal for it to rain, but in October- who could forget the rains of October?- now this disturbingly silent rain — Ondjaki, The Whistler
I beg your pardon?” Catherine interrupted. “Are you implying that women have poor judgment?”“In these matters, yes.” Leo — Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon
leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
If you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three. — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince