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Sundays

  • Sundays are terrible because it is clear that there is no one in charge of the world. And this knowledge leave you drifting around, grappling with unfulfilled expectations and vague yearnings.

  • Since her childhood it had seemed to her that the movement of all laws, even natural ones, was either suspended or accelerated on the Sabbath.

  • If you've ever had any grief it always comes back on a Sunday.

  • Sunday is sort of like a piece of bright gold brocade lying in a pile of white muslin weekdays.

  • ... Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all ...

  • Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.

  • The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, 'As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.'

  • In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest.

  • This is Sunday, the deadliest of days for prisoners and solitaries.

  • I've always hated Sundays, always had to fight the gray gloom that comes over me on Sunday afternoons. ... when I die it will be on a Sunday afternoon around four o'clock.

  • I’m having a hard time writing about Sunday. Getting the long hollow feeling of Sundays. No mail and faraway lawn mowers, the hopelessness.