Quotes About Night

Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.

There were stars. They burned my eyes.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I'm falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered "Shhh, I'm here, its alright." After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness.

From a Himmel Street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.

The stars set fire to my eyes.

moon was sewn into the sky that night. Clouds were stitched around it.

The moon was sewn into the sky that night

I tell me: Let these words be footsteps, because I have a long way to travel. Let the words walk the dirty streets. Let them make their way across the crying grass. Let them stand and breathe and pant smoke in winter evenings. And when they're tired and have fallen down, let them buckle to their feet ad arc around me, watchful. I want these words to be actions. Give them flesh and bones, I say to me, and eyes of hunger and desire, so they can write and fight me through the night.

Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages

I love the laughter of this night. Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do. For now, just let us run. We run straight through the laughter of the night.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

We run straight through the laughter of the night.

the moon was sewn into the sky that night. Clouds were stitched around it.

The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

I laugh and the stars watch.

The moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me. I love the laughter of this night.

Chapter One: It was quite fitting that the entire town was sleeping when the dream carrier was born...

Or till the stars were dragged down again, into the waters of the German sky.

I buy the stale popcorn, or at least try (because Bernie, in his words, won't have it) and we go through and sit down, near where I watched from yesterday. He's given us a ticket each. 'Coool Hand Luke: 7pm.' 'Has your cool got three Os?' Audrey enquires. I look down at it, amused. It has and it seems perfect for this night.

Rudy Steiner slept. Mama and Papa slept. Frau Holtzapfel, Frau Diller. Tommy Müller. All sleeping. All dying.

A 2 A.M. CONVERSATION**** Is this yours? Yes, Papa. Do you want to read it? Again, Yes,Papa. A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. Well, we'd better read it, then.

El libro se abrió... Una ráfaga de viento amplificada por la quietud de la noche.