Catherine McCormack Quotes

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

I hate Sunday, I can't wait for Monday so I can go back to work again.

I hate Sunday, and I don't think I'll ever get over it. But I'm going to try.

I hate weekends because there is no stock market.

Wherever I am in the world, I never get Sunday night blues. I suppose it's because I've never worked at any one thing long enough to start hating it.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

If Sunday is the Lord's day, then Saturday belongs to the Devil. It is the only night of the week when he gives out Free passes to the Late show at the Too Much Fun Club.

I really enjoy spending Sunday evenings with friends, because Sunday evenings are always frightening. You are obsessed by the fact that you are working again the next day. And sometimes you get the blues. I always decide to spend it with friends. It's very nice.

I hated Sundays when I was growing up in Streatham, south London. Everything closed down and stopped.

This is Sunday, and the question arises, what'll I start tomorrow?

I'm a loser on Sunday. Yeah, I'm a couch potato. I get up and try and eat and then back on the couch. And watch anything.

Monday is great if I can spend it in bed. I'm a man of simple pleasures, really.

I really enjoy spending Sunday evenings with friends, because Sunday evenings are always frightening. You are obsessed by the fact that you are working again the next day. And sometimes you get the blues.

Some people love Sundays; I don't, particularly. I used to rather dread them when I was younger. I was brought up on Sunday roasts, which I've always loathed. If I didn't finish my meat, I had to sit with it for most of the afternoon. No wonder I'm a vegetarian now.

Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.

After my parents' divorce when I was 4, I spent weekends with my dad before we finally moved to California. By the time Sunday rolled around, I was incapable of enjoying the day's activities, of being in the moment, because I was already dreading the inevitable goodbye of Sunday evening.

I can never enjoy Sundays, because in the back of my mind I always know I've got to go to school the next day. It's like trying to enjoy your last meal before the execution.

Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week.

The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it's on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.

This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.

Sometimes there's nothing but Sundays for weeks on end. Why can't they move Sunday to the middle of the week so you could put it in the OUT tray on your desk?

You know you're doing what you love when Sunday nights feel the same as Friday nights.