Quotes About Night

we are often unable to stop the idea generation at night;

If it was true what her mother had once told her, then nothing rang the telephone like death in the middle of the night.

Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night To be cut down by the sharp axe of light,—

How weak and little is the light,All the universe of sight,Love and delight,Before the might,If you love it not, of night.

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors Many a frozen night, and merrily Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores: "At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he, "I slept." None knew which bush. Above the town, Beyond `The Drover', a hundred spot the down In Wiltshire. And where now at last he sleeps More sound in France -that, too, he secret keeps.

Harry, you know at night The larks in Castle Alley Sing from the attic's height As if the electric light Were the true sun above a summer valley: Whistle, don't knock, tonight. I shall come early, Kate: And we in Castle Alley Will sit close out of sight Alone, and ask no light Of lamp or sun above a summer valley: Tonight I can stay late.

a night twenty years ago and forever and but a prelude to the century, but a shadow of the far deeper descent into darkness that was yet to come….

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,In rayless majesty, now stretches forthHer leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.

By night an atheist half believes a God.

By night an atheist half believes in God.

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

There is always a place where, if you listen closely in the night, you will hear a mother telling a story and at the end of the tale, she will ask you this question: 'Ou libéré?' Are you free, my daughter?" My grandmother quickly pressed her fingers over my lips. Now," she said, "you will know how to answer.

The daylight lingered past its time In rose-leaf radiance on the watching peaks, So it seemed Night listened in the glens And Noon upon the mountains.

Walking through the house at night is wonderful to me; a symphony of breath, each person a separate instrument as they collectively breathe in time to the metronome of life itself.

Lo único que sé de lo que no sé de mi es que es más evidente y cruel a altas horas de la noche.

His eyes made her think of water at night—full of mysteries and hints, revealing little.

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

It was one of those nights when the air is blood-temperature and it's impossible to tell where you leave off and it begins.

I went to the window and looked out at the September evening. Though still hot with the vanished sun, the dusk, with its suggestion of autumn and nights drawing in, sent shivers of excitement up and down my spine. I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with it. I felt a vague, melancholy sensation running through me, not at all unpleasant.

Take counsel with Nature: she will say that she made both day and night for you.

Halloween shadows played upon the walls of the houses. In the sky the Halloween moon raced in and out of the clouds. The Halloween wind was blowing, not a blasting of wind but a right-sized swelling, falling, and gushing of wind. It was a lovely and exciting night, exactly the kind of night Halloween should be.

Girl, where were you last night? I waited up until Arsenio was over.

She was like the full moon when it crouches behind the forest and the branches scribble on its face.

We had the same sensitivity to beautiful things, the same need to enjoy them, the same need to search for the right words to say how sweet the night was, how magical the moon, how the sea sparkled, how two souls were able to meet and recognize each other in the darkness, in the fragrant air.