Quotes About Night

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way. Papa

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He felt the loss of something irreplacable, as if a thief had come out of the night, velvet-gloved and softly shod, and taken whatever it was away without Jury's ever having known, and slipped through the square

Because we are all poets or babies in the middle of the night, struggling with being.

there in the night their bed had the towelly smell of marriage.

Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness. You won't get there so quick, not by natural means. You buy your ticket and you climb on board. That ticket costs everything you have. But it's just a one-way. This train takes you into the night, and leaves you there. It's the night train. Now

on daytime drinking] 'Yes, well it all comes down to choices, doesn't it?' he said. 'It's the same in the evenings. Do you want to feel good at night or do you want to feel good in the morning? It's the same with life. Do you want to feel good young or do you want to feel good old? One or the other, not both.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing.

What could never be endured, it turned out, was the last swathe of time before sleep came, the path from larger day to huger night, a little death when the mind was still alive and fluttering. Thus

The night was electric - The night was in italics.

All nights should be so dark, all winters so warm, all headlights so dazzling. The

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive god. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy.

How should the new day arrive, if the night is withheld from it and everything is suppressed into the twilight of decisionlessness?

Only in the darkness you can see the stars

Angel was snoring softly, curled in the cramped backseat of the car. She chuckled to herself. He could fall asleep at the drop of a hat anytime and anywhere. Unlike herself, who struggled to fall asleep anywhere but in her own bed, and even then she usually awoke in the early hours of the morning—the witching hour—her mind spinning with thoughts, recriminations, and dire warnings.

But she knew she would not sleep until she had somehow sorted through her thoughts about the night before. She pulled a chair to the window, blew out the candle, and sat looking out onto the moonlit lawns and trees.

Pray take this chair by the fire, Mr. Baker. It is a cold night, and I observe that your circulation is more adapted for summer than for winter.

One night--it was on the twentieth of March, 1888--I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street.

Avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted.

Holmes pensively; 'but our expedition of to-night will solve them all. Ah, here is a four-wheeler, and Miss Morstan is inside. Are you all ready? Then we had better go down, for it is a little past the hour.' I picked up my hat and my heaviest stick, but I observed that Holmes took his revolver from his drawer and slipped it into his pocket. It was clear that he thought that our night's work might be a serious one. Miss Morstan was muffled in a dark

situation and so curious as to our destination that my stories were slightly involved. To this day she declares that I told her one moving anecdote as to how a musket looked into my tent at the dead of night, and how I fired a double-barrelled tiger cub at it.

I left Holmes seated in front of the smouldering fire, and long into the watches of the night I heard the low melancholy wailings of his violin, and knew that he was still pondering over the strange problem which he had set himself to unravel.

The peculiar other-world feeling of the Arctic regions - a feeling so singular, that if you have once been there the thought of it haunts you all your life - is due largely to the perpetual daylight. Night seems more orange-tinted and subdued than day, but there is no great difference. (Life on a Greenland Whaler)

Most nights I lay on my futon I was sick with anxiety, and felt a pit inside myself as big and empty as if the world were nothing more than giant hall empty of people.