Quotes About Night

Yes, there was music after all. The sound of the swamp rose up to him. The sound of frogs and crickets, of birds and 'gators, of life in every puddle and pond and knothole and leaf. I Travel By Night

In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.

In my private life I do what I like. The night is my friend. If I don't go out, I don't score.

Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.

All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me.

Being a coach, I got to go home every day, [then] go out at night and have fun. I could pretty much live my normal life.

When old Bobby does Elvis, you swear it's the real mccoy. Another Friday night in the life of a country boy.

Trick about night is it changes things but you can't see exactly how. You know the park is different, you feel it in your bones. Night air cools the skin, contours of the ground rise and fall in unfamiliar rhythms, spaces open which haven't been there before, the hollow loses its bottom, a black lap you'd sink into forever.

It was that time of the night when most of the drunks were already home in bed. The crickets were done chirping, and the birds weren't ready to herald sunrise.

Resucitan los muertos? Los libros dicen que no, la noche grita que sí

Are the dead restored? The books say no, the night shouts yes

Are the dead restored? The books say no, the night shouts yes. I am twenty, I have reached the age of reason

One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Bunker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

If that was not enough, Franklin also kept his exhausted younger cohort awake far into the night with an interminable disquisition on colds.

Na wat ik van jou gehoord heb konden geen tien paarden me 's nachts dat bos intrekken! - Alyss

The air was full of the rasping sound of half a dozen men snoring. Occasionally someone coughed, then resumed the snoring again. As they listened, someone let go a long and resounding fart. "Delightful people," murmured Berwick.

The Stealer in the Night was Jory Ruhl.

Hope you got your things together,Hope you are quite prepared to die.Looks like we're in for nasty weather.One eye is taken for an eye.Don't go around tonight,Well it's bound to take your life.There's a bad moon on the rise.

That tendency...to lie awake between the hours of two and four, when the chrysalis of faint misgiving becomes so readily the butterfly of panic.

my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...