Quotes About Night

I think my father is like the Holy Trinity with three people in him, the one in the morning with the paper, the one at night with the stories and the prayers, and then the one who does the bad thing and comes home with the smell of whiskey and wants us to die for Ireland.

People arrived and there was eating, drinking, dancing and misunderstandings between all the couples, married and unmarried. Frank Schwake wouldn't talk to his wife, Jean. Jim Collins quarreled in a corner with his wife, Sheila. There was still a coolness between Alberta and me and between Brian and Joyce. Other couples were affected and there were islands of tension all over the apartment. The night would have been ruined except for the way we all united against an outside danger.

So Father Ring went off in the lofty mood of a man who has defended a principle at a great sacrifice to himself, but that very night he began to brood and he continued to brood till that sickly looking voluptuary of a ten-shilling note took on all the radiance and charm of a virgin of seventeen.

The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.

tonight the gars on trees are swords in the hands of knights the stars are like twenty-seven dancing russians and the wind is

Dreamt by a Man in a Field I am thinking of the dead Who are still with us. They are not like us, they are Young and beautiful, On their way in the rain To meet their lovers. On their way with their dark umbrellas, Always laughing, so quick, Like limbs flying back In a boat before night, So constant, Like the glass floats The fisherman use in Japan. But for them there is no moon, For us the same news We do not receive.

The Morton farmhouse was aglow with light, and gay dance music from Iola's hi-fi came throbbing out on the crisp night air. As the Hardys' convertible pulled up, Chet popped onto the veranda to greet the three latecomers. "Hey! What kept you guys so long? Iola and Callie wouldn't even let me serve the food till you got here! You want me to starve to death?

Not until after supper were the Hardys able to drive out to the Batter estate. The high, gabled mansion loomed starkly against the sky, silvered by moonlight. A broken porch rail and dark, blank windows gave it a sinister look. "Spooky-looking layout," Joe muttered. "It's a cinch no one's taking care of the place.

Joe volunteered to stay awake since he was not particularly tired at the moment. While the others turned in, he stationed himself in a chair near the window. Turning over the pages of a magazine, he listened to the sounds of the hotel coming to life. The buzz of cars in the parking lot indicated that the day shift was replacing the night shift. The elevator clanged as guests arrived and departed. A low hum of voices from the street reached the room.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

The moonlight lay everywhere with the natural peace that is granted to no other light.

I can't sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can't help but overhear, my dear.

These are the seductive voices of the night; the Sirens, too, sang that way. It would be doing them an injustice to think that they wanted to seduce; they knew they had claws and sterile wombs, and they lamented this aloud. They could not help it if their laments sounded so beautiful.

Even years afterward I suffered from the tormenting fancy that the huge man, my father, the ultimate authority, would come almost for no reason at all and take me out of bed in the night and carry me out onto the pavlatche, and that consequently I meant absolutely nothing as far as he was concerned.

Fear of night. Fear of not night.

But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while on lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

As it is I have no one, no one here except the fear, together we roll through the nights locked in each other's arms.

Moonlight lay everywhere with the naturalness and serenity no other light is granted.

But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Per qualche motivo che ignoro mi piaci moltissimo. Molto, niente di irragionevole, direi quel poco che basta a far si che di notte, da solo, mi svegli e non riuscendo a riaddormentarmi, inizi a sognarti.

Only sometimes in the evening, when they come home late from a party, it looks worn to them in the mirror... almost not wearable any more.