Quotes About Night

electrical wires the night before our presentation. So just as Sharon Sheldon was starting to give her introduction and Lance started to make low, rumbling noises with his armpit, my volcano's battery somehow melted, burst into flames, and burned a big, black, stinky hole straight through Miss Piffle's desk. I didn't think it was such

I suppose cats have sayings like... "A dead mouse...has no entertainment value." How's that? Doesn't exactly trip off the tongue, does it? Okay, how about..."Red sky at night, time for a nap...red sky in the morning... time for a nap.

All I know is that there is comfort in knowing one's place in the universe, even if that means our light is less beautiful than it otherwise would have been. What say you, then, of the night sky?

We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails. We let the stars shine into us.

We ran for the forest, crashing through the stalks of wheat, beneath the rising moon and the stars spinning farther and farther away, alone beneath the godless sky.

But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn? Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingales song in the grove.

psycho monsters.

El hecho de saber lo que podía ocurrir era agobiante, un manto asfixiante de miedo y sufrimiento que empezaba a cobrar vida. Casi deseaba que aquellos cabrones llegaran y acabaran con todo. La espera era insoportable. Los gemidos distantes de los laceradores se iban acercando a medida que la noche avanzaba, y cada minuto parecía durar más que el anterior.

Sleep felt miles away, and he couldn't shake the despair and hopelessness that coursed through his body and mind—

They fell from the sky in jagged streaks, like bars of

After hours of work, they finally found an address through someone Jorge called "a friend of a friend of an enemy's enemy." By that time it was late and they all crashed for the night;

Mark shook Trina awake and scrambled to his feet, pulling her up with him. The Toad was definitely sick, and he was standing just a few feet from their camp. They didn't know anything about this sickness, but that only made it scarier. Trina seemed disoriented, but Mark didn't relent, half dragging her to the other side of the dead coals of their fire from earlier that night. "Alec!" he shouted. "Lana! Wake up!" As if the two were still soldiers,

Up telephone poles, Which rear, half out of leavage As though they would shriek Like things smothered by their own Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts. In Georgia, the legend says That you must close your windows At night to keep it out of the house The glass is tinged with green, even so, As the tendrils crawl over the fields. The night the Kudzu has Your pasture, you sleep like the dead. Silence has grown oriental And you cannot step upon the ground... ALL: Kudzu by James Dickey

Auld Daddy Darkness... See him in the corners hidin' frae the licht, See him at the window gloomin' at the nicht...

I still don't like going to bed alone.

It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

The recognition of his carelessness filled Mr. Lecky with fear and anger. In the dusk his eerie heart could anticipate the hours of terror which he had laid up for himself. Sounds, real or imaginary, the silences and secrets of the night, the working of his own mind, skilled in cruel illusion and rich in evil fancy, would find him without recourse.

Night's deepest gloom is but a calm; that soothes the weary mind: The labored days restoring balm; the comfort of mankind.

The unwise man is awake all night, and ponders everything over; when morning comes he is weary in mind, and all is a burden as ever. Hávamál

What a funny and charming accent! Did you say it was New York you came from, Miss Hunter - the Bowery?" Gay lay down and yawned, and pulled the blanketing swaths of grass over herself. "Pity you weren't properly smacked in your younger days, Lady Jane. Good night.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night.

There's a shark. Following the ship.' I tried not to look, but couldn't help it. I saw a flash of dirty white down in the green. We walked back to the deck chairs. Walter, we'll have to wait. Till the moon comes up.' I guess we better have a moon.' I want to see that fin. That black fin. Cutting the water in the moonlight.

Again last night I dreamed the dream called Laundry.