Quotes About Night

I spoke to each counselor, one-on-one, to find out exactly what was going on that night. When I got to Paul—he couldn't really answer. He said something vague about taking a walk. I knew right away what that meant. I knew he was gay. I knew who most of my gay kids were, and I always tried to look out for them. I was gay and closeted too, but I was an adult.

Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.

This is not a pleasant April. Some mornings the air is so white and still you might expect a fall of snow, and at night the sky expands, as it does in December.

Came that Sunday night, notanda candidissimo calculo! when she received certain guttural compliments which made absolute her vogue and enabled her to command, thenceforth, whatever terms she asked for.

The moon, like a gardenia in the night's button-hole—but no! why should a writer never be able to mention the moon without likening her to something else—usually something to which she bears not the faintest resemblance?... The moon, looking like nothing whatsoever but herself, was engaged in her old and futile endeavour to mark the hours correctly on the sun-dial at the centre of the lawn.

Any doubt of the Father's love disappeared the night God was wrapped in barnyard towels so the hay wouldn't scratch his back.

There was something familiar about the angelic choir, their sacred songs wafting through the night in perfect harmony; he always felt close to heaven here.

C'était une nuit de pleine lune. On y voyait comme en plein jour. Une armée de nuages aussi cotonneux que des flocons vint masquer le ciel. Ils étaient des milliers de guerriers blancs à prendre possession du ciel. C'était l'armée de la neige.

There is no need of words. Our lives will do, Long long enough to learn all of our love, While time, the river, flows gently below, Having no false eternities to prove. The night is full of unspent tenderness And in its silences we rest apart. There is no need of words with which to bless The daily bread, the wine of the full heart. Here are the peaceful days we cannot share. Here is our peace at last, and we not there.

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.

For me sleep was difficult that night. My bed was lumpy with anger and my pillow a rock of intemperate umbrage.

Of falling leaves and melting snows, of birds In their delights Some poets sing their melodies tendering my nights sweetly.

She sure hadn't when she had run from Mason Bardwell's home in the dead of night. On their wedding night at that.

He is the dark prince. The all-powerful one. The leader of the creatures of the night. Then Meena said, I'm confused then. I thought the prince of darkness was the devil. [......] Wait, Meena said, blinking. Are you saying..... Yes, Alaric said. That is exactly what I'm saying. Jon looked blank. I don't understand. Is he the devil or not? Lucien Antonescu, Alaric said. is a vampire. Not just any vampire, but the ruler of all vampires.

Observation point, he said, pointing to the wooden sign in front of us that said, OBSERVATION POINT. NO LITTERING. A lot of kids come here on Saturday night. Micheal cleared his throat and looked at me meaningfully. And park. I have to say, up until that moment I really had no idea I was capable of moving so fast as I did getting out of that car. But I was unbuckled and out of that seat quicker than you could say ectoplasm.

The chill of the rain disappeared. The rain itself seemed to evaporate. The fatigue vanished. The night. Everything distilled to the brilliant pulsing bead of glass pain she herself had given rise to. She felt exhilaration and relief. She felt soothed and punished. She felt control.

And once he observed, This has been the longest night of my life, to which she replied, The dawn is wise enough to wait some struggles out.

Sybil Ludington

Darker thoughts crowded in during the deepest hours of the night when he woke listening to the secret mystifying sounds of the sleeping palace. Many nights, the king was there. Pleasant, irrelevant, and distracting, he eased Relius past nightmares and self-recrimination. Some nights he said nothing at all, just comforted with his presence. Other nights he related the events of his day, spewing out his insights and analyses of the Attolian court in a devastatingly funny critique.

There are things that two people say in the middle of the night That don't make sense to a third at breakfast.

Outside, the crescent moon was high in the sky, shining in its sliver glory.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I

On the eve of the shadow crescent... Watch the Vampire burn.

The moon slipped under a blanket of clouds