I was raised by a mother who was a Sunday school teacher and a father who worked hard. Together they taught me to give back.
Spiritual is the word people use when they mean they want to be covered whey they die but they're not getting up early on a Sunday.
I went along doing the one-salad-a-night routine for a year. And I remember feeling so tired and depressed and irritable. I had no personal life. I was always flying someplace - weekends, holidays, vacations. Dinners at night were no fun because I couldn't eat.
I miss the combative back and forth, strategic elements of the game on Sunday. Making the adjustments, and what you've prepared for all week all of a sudden isn't there.
Truth has been relegated to subjectivity; beauty has been subjugated to the beholder; and as millions are idiotized night after night, a global commune has been constructed with the arts enjoying a totalitarian rule.
Ultimately, the joy of sports is social and psychological, both in the ballpark and around a television on Super Bowl Sunday.
I don't go to church on Sunday, don't get on my knees to pray, or memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
I went every Sunday to church when I was growing up, and I think that music had an affect on me before my memory can recall.
I needed something Real Madrid could not give, which was playing every Sunday, whether I was doing well or not.
I spent the afternoon of Sunday 9 July, 2006 in Berlin sleeping and playing the PlayStation. In the evening, I went out and won the World Cup.
Thus night with all her snares passed through the upper world and baited all heads sweetly, fed all foolish hopes, for night can bring to men all shrewish day denies, wrapped as a gift in the green leaves of opiate dream.
O what a blessing is Sunday, interposed between the waves of worldly business like the divine path of the Israelites through the sea.
On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, ‘Life will never be the same.’ Because there had never been anyone like you ever in the world.
Sunday, that day so tedious to the triflers of earth, so full of beautiful reposes of calmness and strength for the earnest and heavenly minded.
I found school quite tough, but Saturday night was movie night, and I started to empathise with the characters on screen. I started to get more involved with what these people were experiencing. Film inspired me to do better.
I just discovered the Santa Monica flea market, every Sunday. I go weekly. There's a lot of interesting things there.
I get to have Sunday lunch at my mum's, pick my nephew up from school now and then: it's a very normal life.
The racing is no different if it is day or night except you see the lights and the sparks. You run the race the same. The day or night doesn't really affect the race.
My junior year, I was in a play at school and five days before opening night, I still didn't know my lines. Opening night was a disaster. I was so embarrassed. The director made me work backstage for the rest of the performance.
I still have the tradition of Sunday dinners at my house, and I make all kinds of different Italian foods, and there's a lot of fun going on.
When I walk home at night I don't have to worry about anything. But when a woman walks home at night she gotta think about a lot of different things.
Saturday night is your big night. Everybody used to fry up fish and have one hell of a time. Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich. And be glad of it. And they really liked the low-down blues.
I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day... make a wish and think of me.
I didn't have a fireworks moment for my salvation. I had a falling in love with Jesus in Sunday school when I was a very young child.
When I was a child, on Sunday mornings the family would assemble around the blue-leather-covered gramophone to listen to records.
I slept with my mother until I was nine years old. It was OK for the first few years, and then I don't know what happened. I just couldn't do it anymore. I mean, sleeping with the same woman, night after night. Boring!
The truth is if you can eat just a serving size, you can eat anything. But we all know how those harmless treats can call out your name all night long, and rationalizing in the middle of the night is very easy.
It's great, but there is one problem. She doesn't sleep. At night she seems to turn into a vampire. She wakes up every night five or 10 times, asking for things, singing, calling out.
An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in return for dazzling gifts. We borrow an hour one night in April; we pay it back with golden interest five months later.
If you preachers would start winning souls everywhere you go, you wouldn't have to get a book of illustrations to preach from next Sunday.
When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.
The first time I watched 'The Magnificent Seven' on TV on a Sunday afternoon, I knew it was going to be a different kind of western.
On Sunday, we will Skype relatives - my brother lives in America, my best friend is in Canada, and Ryan's family are all in Australia.
Things that live by night live outside the realm of 'normal' time and so suggest living outside the realm of good and evil, since we have moralistic feelings about time. Chauvinistic about our human need to wake by day and sleep by night, we come to associate night dwellers with people up to no good at a time when they have the jump on the rest of us and are defying nature, defying their circadian rhythms.
My mother was a Sunday school teacher. So I am a byproduct of prayer. My mom just kept on praying for her son.
What breaks my heart is in the United States hundreds of thousands wake up on a Sunday and church never crosses their mind.
Anything negative that comes at me throughout the week, you just take it and put it in that box over there for motivation and use it on Sunday.
I'm from Columbia, S.C., and my family is very religious. We'd go to church and Sunday school and we always had to dress up. I enjoyed that.
Night calls to the sandhills and gathers them under her. She pushes away cities because their sharp lights hurt her soft breast. Even candles make a sore place when they stick in the night.
In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.
Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")
Sundays are church and more family time. Sunday evenings I try to organize myself for the week ahead.
My favourite area of Milano is by the canons - I go to an authentic Italian restaurant around there on a Sunday for delicious food.
Something that's interesting with season two of 'Total Divas,' Fandango and I's relationship has been on the surface level, as far as WWE programming with 'Monday Night Raw,' 'Main Event,' 'Friday Night SmackDown.' You see us on camera and that's about it.
I love nothing more than being in the last group on Sunday at the Masters. It's the greatest thing in professional golf.
Well, there's nothing better than putting your feet up on a Sunday afternoon and grabbing a good book.
Sunday is the Academy Awards. Every time an actor says, 'I didn't expect this,' Ruth Bader Ginsburg will do a shot.
The touring life wasn't for me. I like to wake up in the same place most days. And I'm really into sitting behind a mixing console and listening to music all night and making music all night. I'm a studio rat.
One cardinal rule of American journalism is that The New York Times Sunday Magazine is a chore, a bore, and a penance to be endured.
There was a law in Connecticut - I believe it is still formally unrepealed - making it illegal for a man to kiss his wife on Sunday.
When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.
By the time I wrote 'Any Given Sunday' or 'Bats,' I sort of knew what my job was in terms of what a writer of dialogue does.
I was a very scared child. Not, you know, not so much of life but of the demons that lurked in the dark. And horror movies terrified me. You know, I'd love watching them but then at night, I would just be up in sweats all night.
If get an off on a Sunday, I try to keep my script-readings, meet my directors, plan film releases.
I never wanted to be in the late-night talk show wars, and I think somehow with 'Totally Biased,' I got caught up in all that. Suddenly, there are articles about how we finally have a black voice in late-night.
The best night of my life was watching the moon turn red on an island .I think it was called the blood moon and it happens like once every - I don't know how long, but it was a beautiful night. It was a very magical moment.
Byron is one tough guy and he can play through just about anything. I know he will be ready to go on Sunday.
I'll watch CNN in the mornings to catch up on what's going on. On the weekends, I get the Sunday edition of 'The New York Times.'
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