Quotes About Night

The soldier who saw everything twice nodded weakly and sank back on his bed. Yossarian nodded weakly too, eyeing his talented roommate with great humility and admiration. He knew he was in the presence of a master. His talented roommate was obviously a person to be studied and emulated. During the night, his talented roommate died, and Yossarian decided that he had followed him far enough.

Moonlight I know when the sun is in China because the night shining other-light crawls into my bed. She is moon. Her eyes slit and yellow she is the last one out of a dingy bar in Albuquerque— Fourth Street, or from similar avenues in Hong Kong. Where someone else has also awakened, the night thrown back and asked, 'where is the moon, my lover'? And from here I always answer in my dreaming, 'the last time I saw her was in the arms of another sky'.

Was it sleep? Or the star-dancer come for her dance? There are stars who have names, who are dreams. There are stars who have families who are music. She thought she woke up.

Untitled Either a snail's moist web of moonlight, or someone's hot breath at four a.m. when the night has been too much, has eaten you whole. This is my life. It has been sifted through the bones of my body, through blood. It is all that I have.

Her escape is my own. I tell her, yes. Yes. We ride out for breath over the distance. Night air approaches, the galloping other-life. No sound. No sound.

you're an insomniac, you tell yourself: there are profound truths revealed only to the insomniac by night like those phosphorescent minerals veined and glimmering in the dark but coarse and ordinary otherwise; you have to examine such minerals in the absence of light to discover their beauty, you tell yourself.

A three-quarter moon, glowering bone, with a hint of something bruised, battered, scarred. The moon has endured more than anybody can know.

Nakedness is a luxury. The confidence required in making yourself vulnerable. Taking for granted that in the night you will not leap from your bed, fight off an assailant, run outside, run into the street crying for help … Exquisite luxury of bare feet.

hovering in the air like a drunken moth.

Solace came only with darkness. When dusk yielded to the sweet oblivion of night.

Shreds of cloud were being blown across the moon clotted & cobwebbed like thoughts moving too fast for you to hear.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

But his delight and desire are in the law of the Lord, and on His law (the precepts, the instructions, the teachings of God) he habitually meditates (ponders and studies) by day and by night. Psalm 1:1,2

Esa noche volvieron a sucederse los sueños. ¿Por qué ese recordar intenso de tantas cosas? ¿Por qué no simplemente la muerte y no esa música tierna del pasado?

Me gustas más en las noches, cuando estamos los dos en la misma almohada, bajo las sábanas, en la oscuridad

Entonces oyó el llanto. Eso lo despertó: un llanto suave, delgado, que quizá por delgado pudo traspasar la maraña del sueño, llegando hasta el lugar donde anidan los sobresaltos.

Había estrellas fugaces. Las luces en Comala se apagaron. Entonces el cielo se adueñó de la noche.

Salió fuera y miró el cielo. Llovían estrellas. Lamentó aquello porque hubiera querido ver un cielo quieto. Oyó el canto de los gallos. Sintió la envoltura de la noche cubriendo la tierra. La tierra, "este valle de lágrimas".

Voy a dormir llevándome al sueño estos pensamientos. Dicen que los pensamientos de los sueños van derechito al Cielo. Ojalá que los míos alcancen esa altura.

I can't sleep, because I'm afraid I'll start dreaming...

Nights are the worst. You just don't know what it's like for me, trying not to think of [him]...knowing that we're going to be apart for so long. It's pure torture.

It was after 9:00 P.M. by the time we got home. Tootsie was asleep in Dad's arms. Henry met us at the door to our building. "Mrs. H . . ." he said.

time. Every night I'd wake up to her howls. Turtle, who slept at the

A wandering dog of a night wind came in off the sagebrush mesa carrying a bar of band music, and laid it on her doorstep like a bone.