Quotes About Night

quisiera que, viniendo despacio, como antes, desde la cocina, desde el patio, en la noche cítrica, una mano, materna o familiar, es decir, de dedos conocidos, en el viejo sentido, anterior a la explosión, a esta deriva sin dirección y sin bordes, encendiera, por fin, la luz, del cuarto sin lujo, austero, con, apenas, lo necesario para reconocer el honor y la constancia de lo que es, lo que es en su seguir siendo, mesa, jarra, botella, ventana y paraíso.

Night goes away, a black bull-- body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery-- it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously, in genuine fear of all the dead; and day arrives, a young child who wants trust, and love, and jokes, --a child who somewhere far away, in secret places where what ends meets what is starting, has been playing a moment on some meadow or other of light and darkness with the bull who is running away...

The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It had hung there a while, misshapen, not shedding any light, and then gone to hide behind the hills.

We all have our midnight madnesses.

Florence Dodson was murdered the same night that Claire Guthrie shot her husband. For me, the story began with Claire, and I put Mrs. Dodson on the back burner in my mind. That turned out to be a mistake.

I drove in last night,' he said. 'I couldn't sleep, it was too hot. So I went outside. I was feeling melancholy. Then I danced with a beautiful girl, and I felt better. What's your story?

I breathed in and out, perfume and smoke, perfume and smoke, and we lay like that for a long time, until I heard the seagulls crying, sadder than a funeral, and I knew it was almost morning.

[T]he sun declined, and we both fell into twilight silence. Night, which in autumn seems to fall from the sky at once, it comes so quickly, chilled us, and we rolled ourselves in our cloaks...

Thought is only a gleam in the midst of a long night. But it is this gleam which is everything.

Die Nacht wurde erfunden, damit wir uns Stück für Stück an die Dunkelheit gewöhnen. Der Schlaf wurde erfunden, damit wir uns Nacht für Nacht an den Tod gewöhnen.

The past is like the night: dark but sacred. It's the time when most of us sleep, so we think of the day as the time we really live, the only time that matters, because the stuff we do by day somehow makes us who we are. We feel the same way about the present. We say, let bygones be bygones... Water under the bridge. But there is no day without night, no wakefulness without sleep, no present without past. They are constantly somersaulting over each other.

He closed his eyes. The insides of his eyelids were a brownish black, not at all the same as the thick purple of the night. Darkness had so many colors. It was strange, that, and perhaps a little disquieting. But— ?Oh!? A foot slammed into his left calf, and he opened his eyes just in time to see a woman tumbling backward. Right onto his blanket. He smiled. The gods still loved him.

She should have been relieved that she did not do something she was sure to regret. But she wasn't. She wanted her regrets. She wanted them desperately. She wanted to do something she knew she should not, and she wanted to lie in bed at night letting the memory keep her warm.

She closed her eyes, and Daniel could practically see the memory washing over her face. 'It was such a lovely night,' she whispered. 'Midsummer, and so very clear. You could have counted the stars forever.

Entonces comenzaremos inmediatamente —prometió—. Y mañana estará transformada. —Esta noche estoy transformada —susurró ella—. Mañana ya habré desaparecido. Benedict la atrajo hacia él y depositó el más suavísimo y fugaz beso en su frente. —Entonces tenemos que envolver toda una vida en esta noche.

It was late. Had he gone out in the dark? Just to pick her a flower? "Thank you," she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.

The things that concern us during the day are going to influence what we experience during the night.

When I have my moments of insomnia, you'll find me on style.com.

Insomnia is my greatest inspiration.

Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around the house, and on the roofs and eaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet: softly, as though the night were teeming with a host of minute, dark beings.

God, what a night. I was so glad you were home, standing up in all that wind while everyone else was blowing across the streets like tumbleweeds. I wonder if you wish you hadn't been there, with the future looming up in such utter chaos before us. And meanwhile, the night was old and you were beautiful.

But see you, we should travel by night. Dark times for dark business, as they says. No sun to bother Valeriana or you, Kaylana's surely no' disadvantaged, and I know I work better in darkness. Anybody looking for us will have a harder time of it. Besides, marching in daylight is for the heroes. If we're going to do this, we may as well go all out.

Because she was guilty and the dead were not at rest. In the night's silence she heard their voices on the wind.

the night of thought is the light of perception.