Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.
I wish life had a 'rewind-the-weekend' button.
Weekends are a celebration of the goodness of life, sunshine, freedom, and the end of the daily grind.
Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.
Weekends are a bit like superheroes; they swoop in and save the day.
Better days are coming. They are called Saturday and Sunday.
Always take some of the play, fun, freedom, and wonder of the weekend into your week and your work.
Hands up if you’re ready to do something you’ll regret this weekend. Go forth! You have my blessing.
There aren't enough days in the weekend.
On weekends, we can get together with family and friends, enjoy a good meal, and maybe a glass of wine. I like to enjoy life.
A wild and crazy weekend involves sitting on the front porch, smoking a cigar, reading a book.
It's Friday night. Time to be a hero and rescue some wine trapped in a bottle.
The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.
Oh, my sweet Saturday, I have been waiting for you for six long days.
The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.
Weekends are sacred for me. They're the perfect time to relax and spend time with family and friends.
Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
Always strive to excel, but only on weekends.