Quotes About Night

Maybe it was simply that falling in love wasn't something Lori would ever be able to turn away from, regardless of just how much pain she knew would be coming down the pike. And maybe, just maybe, as long as she never actually confessed to him how she felt, that would make it okay to give in to what she felt for Grayson for one night, beneath the moon, with the smell of wild grass and the ocean all around them...

She had a conversation with a man with a beard, and youre saying she hangs around graveyards at night and bags off with the undead?

In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.

As I stepped onto the gloomy landing a word formed in my mind: two syllables, starts with a V and rhymes with dire. I froze in place. Nightingale said that everything was true, after a fashion, and that had to include vampires, didn't it? I doubted they were anything like they were in books and on TV, and one thing was for certain — they absolutely weren't going to sparkle in the sunlight.

The night may be dark and full of terrors, I thought, but I've got a big stick.

It's an iron rule of mine that I never argue correlation versus causation in the middle of the night, especially when I had an alternative option.

Seen something?" asked Nightingale, making me jump. "Jesus Christ," I said. "Not on this river," said Nightingale. "Not even Blake thought that was possible." We

It started at one thirty on a cold Tuesday morning in January when Martin Turner, Street performer and, in his own words, apprentice gigolo, tripped over a body in front of the West Portico of St. Paul's at Covent Garden. Martin, who was none too sober himself

So into the woods we went—it was surprisingly noisy. Especially one loud bird whose chirping sounded far too cheerful for the middle of the night.

Will: I read your book last night. Sean: So you're the one.

But morning always comes, no matter what sort of night you've had; this is an underappreciated fact.

When the phone rings at 2.15am in the morning it's unlikely to be heralding something pleasant. What chance is there of its being good news? None. Only someone bad would ring at such an hour. Or someone with bad news.

It rains. The arc lamps gleam through the monotonous downpour. One can only stand and dream … how charming people are since they are alive … how charming the rain is and the night. … And how foolish arguments are … how banal are these cerebral monsters who pose as iconoclasts and devote themselves grandiloquently and inanely to disturbing the paper masks.

nocturnal walks along the promenade with the looming intensities of Manhattan glittering across dark water.

Emerging from the train, I found it was fully night, the air excited by foreboding and something else, something like the feel of a childhood snow day when time was emancipated from institutions, when the snow seemed like a technology for defeating time, or like defeated time itself falling from the sky, each glittering ice particle an instant gifted back from your routine.

Nietzsche called the ear "the organ of fear," and believed that the sense of hearing "could have evolved as greatly as it has only in the night and twilight of obscure caves and woods, in accordance with the mode of life in the age of timidity, that is to say the longest human age there has been: in bright daylight the ear is less necessary. That is how music acquired the character of an art of night and twilight.

One night, the Carlton Club was hit by a bomb. The members of the surrounding clubs, in pajamas and slippers, formed long lines to save the library from the flames, passing books from hand to hand and discussing the merits of each as they passed. Such

It was a night replaying its corrosive recurrence on the road of our lives, on the road which was hungry for great transformations.

We could hear her voice, speaking of a perplexing era to come, sounding from the distance. Her voice quivered on the night air, confusing her precise location. She could have been rattling the doors to our ears from a hundred different places in the living wound of our area.

We heard the shots in the night But nobody knew next day what the trouble was And a man must go to his work.

Todo el barrio se mueve; pero calla a la vez. Mil emociones se chocan; mil dolores son ahogados; mil lazos de amor y familia se quiebran; mil almas vuelan; pero todo esto se verifica en silencio, en medio de un movimiento automático y vertiginoso. Todo el barrio se mueve; pero calla a la vez. Sólo un ser (¡fatal excepción!) descansa y ronca en esta noche de muerte: es la partera. En tales noches no nace nadie.

Agur -murmuró Celipín, poniéndose en marcha. Desapareció entre las sombras de la noche. La geología había perdido una piedra y la sociedad había ganado un hombre.

Building a little bonfire at night on the beach and lying on a blanket with my wife under the stars is not only sexy, it's romantic.

One does not conjure away dangers by shielding them from the public eye. Far from it: they grow from the very night which surrounds them. Objects look larger in the darkness. In the shadow, everything appears gigantic and hostile.