Quotes About Night

Folks were doin' a lot of runnin' that night

He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

The night-crawlers had retired, but ripe chinaberries drummed on the roof when the wind stirred, and the darkness was desolate with the barking of distant dogs.

My scalp jumped. I stuck my head around the corner. "Sir?" "Go to bed.

The night-crawlers had retired, but ripe chinaberries drummed on the roof when the wind stirred, and the darkness was desolate with the barking of distant dog.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

You know what it's like when you're trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake?

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night, the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. You can't fight it.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

How can those who live in the light of day possibly comprehend the depths of night?

I want to write stories that are different from the ones I've written so far, Junpei thought: I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love. But right now I have to stay here and keep watch over this woman and this girl. I will never let anyone-not anyone-try to put them into that crazy box- not even if the sky should fall or the earth crack open with a roar.

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn't have known.

This was his favorite time of day, reading to his heart's content before going to sleep. When he tired of reading, he would fall asleep.

The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.

Like a blind dolphin, the night of the new moon silently drew near.

Even if things were the same, people's perception of them might have been very different back then. The darkness of night was probably deeper then, so the moon must have been that much bigger and brighter.

Phone calls in the dead of the night never brought good news.

The Boss is an honorable man. After the Lord, the most godly person I've ever met. You've met God? Certainly. I telephone Him every night.

I lie here by myself in the dark at two o'clock in the morning and think about that cell in the library. About how it feels to be alone, and the depth of the darkness surrounding me. Darkness as pitch black as the night of the new moon.

He calmed himself, shut his eyes, and fell asleep. The rear light of consciousness, like the last express train of the night, began to fade into the distance, gradually speeding up, growing smaller until it was, finally, sucked into the depths of night, where it disappeared. All that remained was the sound of the wind slipping through a stand of white birch trees.