Quotes About Night

L'air était bleu, on le prenait dans la main. Bleu. Le ciel était cette palpitation continue de cette brillance de la lumière. La nuit éclairait tout, toute la campagne de chaque rive du fleuve jusqu'aux limites de la vue.

Má»™t cu?n sách m? ra, Ä'ó cÅ©ng là Ä'êm t?i...

De nacht. Schrijven is de nacht.

de más en más me interesaba el mundo oscuro de la sensación, negra noche donde fulguran y ruedan soles enceguecedores...

I will not fall. I have reached the center. I listen to the striking of who knows what divine clock through the thin carnal wall of a life full of blood, of shudderings, and of breathings. I am near the mysterious kernel of things as one is sometimes near a heart at night.

Les gens que l'on rencontre dans les rues, pendant le jour, donnent l'impression d'aller vers un but précis, que l'on suppose raisonnable, mais, la nuit, ils paraissent marcher dans leurs rêves.

La gente que encontramos en las calles durante el día nos da la impresión de tener una meta precisa, que se supone razonable, pero por la noche parece caminar en sueños.

La ville sans pitié ignore les crépuscules : le jour noircit d'un seul coup, comme une ampoule brûlée qui ne verse plus de lumière

My sister, lover of the night, vampire of the Blood Coven, never before seen in anything but the color black, wants to be a pom-pom waving, football field-dancing cheerleader?

Insomnia is an enemy that attacks in many forms. Sometimes it shows up the moment I get into bed and lingers for a couple of hours. Other nights, it stays away until about 5 a.m. and then butts in and hangs around until twenty minutes before the alarm is due to go off. It's a full-time job, battling the fecker.

I awake. I don't mean to but clearly I have not appeased the Sleep Gods with enough offerings.

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

The powerful man takes as his right the love he desires, if but for a night.

Who said nights were for sleep?

It's strange how you never quite get used to the world at night.

The night was windy, full of tree sounds. The moon was gone and there was rain, so fine that it was only a tingle on the skin.

sometimes I'm just up the whole night wishing I weren't. (I do recommend prayer at such times, because often they mean something is in need of resolving.

I've often been sorry to see a night end, even while I have loved seeing the dawn come.

walking along beside him that night, along that rutted road, through that empty world—what a sweet strength I felt, in him, and in myself, and all around us.

When did he first notice that in himself, that little fascination with damage and its consequences? He might alarm her. He might mean to alarm her. Doing damage to this fragile night because it was such an isolated thing, an accident, with a look of meaning about it and no meaning at all.

Memories are by their nature fragmented, isolated, and arbitrary as glimpses one has at night through lighted windows.

Trees sound different at night, and they smell different too.

Sometimes they cried out at night, small thin cries that never woke them. The sound would stop as she started up the stairs, however softly, and when she reached their rooms she would find them all quietly asleep, the source of the cry hiding in silence, like a cricket. Just her coming was enough to still the creature.

Los zorros del desierto de Sechura aúllan como demonios cuando llega la noche; ¿sabes por qué?: para quebrar el silencio que los aterroriza.