Quotes About Night

The circle of day and night is the law of the classical world: the most reduced bust the most demanding of the world's necessities, the most inevitable but the simplest of nature's legalities.

They were living exciting, crazy, queer lives full of poetry and camaraderie and heart-seizing crushes. I mean, not that night, but generally. That night they were bored.

The final answer was actually given by Edgar Allan Poe in 1848. Being an amateur astronomer, he was fascinated by the paradox and said that the night sky is black because, if we travel back in time far enough, we eventually encounter a cutoff—that is, a beginning to the universe. In other words, the night sky is black because the universe has a finite age.

as he slept in a cave, he dreamed that he saw his own body sleeping. He came out of the cave on the night of a new moon. The sky was clear, and he could see millions of stars. Then something happened inside of him

De afar?, noaptea se uita pe fereastr?.

The key fob played the first bar of Für Elise as I locked the car up. I hoped that Beethoven's ghost was out there somewhere, making the night hideous for the managing director of Ford's.

Pikirkan 'nihareem' padang pasir, bidadari-bidadari iblis ini membingungkan pelancong yanh letih, membelokannya dari jalannya dengan lampu-lampu terang mereka pada malam hari. Tertipu, mengira dia telah menemukan sebuah kota atau penginapan, pasir yang luas, mati kehausan atau tenggelam dalam pasir hisap - Hakim Mehdad

My circus train pulls through the night Full of lions and trapeze artists I'm done with elephants and clowns I want to run away and join the office

I'll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.

I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.

The streetlights had already lit up on Bronnaya, and a golden moon hung over the Patriarchs. In the ever deceiving lunar light, it appeared to Ivan Nikolayevich that, instead of a cane, the professor stood holding a sword under his arm.

The poet had wasted his night while others had spent it enjoying themselves and now he realised that it was lost forever. He only had to lift his head up from the lamp and look at the sky to see that the night had gone beyond return. Waiters were hurriedly jerking the cloths off the tables. The cats pacing the verandah had a morning look about them. Day broke inexorably over the poet.

The toads bellowed mournfully, and the twilight was enrobing the professor. Here it was… the night. Moscow… white lamps turning on somewhere outside… Lost and miserable, Pankrat stood fearfully at attention, arms at his sides…

The coal-black gloom of the darkest night had descended on the terraces of the most beautiful spot on earth, St Vladimir's Hill, whose brick-paved paths and avenues were hidden beneath a thick layer of virgin snow.

The night flowed on. During its second half the whole arc of the sky, the curtain that God had drawn across the world, was covered with stars.

Tomas turned the key and switched on the ceiling light. Teraza saw two beds pushed together, one of them flanked by a bedside table and a lamp. Up out of the lampshade, startled by the overhead light, flew a large nocturnal butterfly that began circling the room. The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below.

O mesmo cineasta do subconsciente que de dia lhe enviava pedaços da paisagem natal como imagens de felicidade, organizava-lhe de noite, regressos aterradores ao seu país. O dia era iluminado pela beleza do país abandonado, a noite pelo terror de lá voltar. O fia mostrava-lhe o paraíso que perdera, a noite o inferno de onde fugira.

She looked at him with love in her eyes, but she feared the night ahead, feared her dreams. Her life was split. Both day and night were competing for her.

The day was lit with the beauty of the land forsaken, the night by the horror of returning to it. The day would show her the paradise she had lost; the night, the hell she had fled.

Un hombre que va por la orilla del mar agitando enloquecidamente con el brazo extendido un farol puede ser un loco. Pero si es de noche y entre las olas hay una barca perdida, ese mismo hombre es un salvador.

Fu li che cominciai a dividere i libri in due categorie: quelli per il giorno e quelli per la notte. Sul serio, ci sono libri per il giorno e libri che si possono leggere solo di notte.

Foi no hospital que comecei a classificar os livros em duas categorias: os diurnos e os noturnos. É verdade, há livros para o dia, e livros que só podem ser lidos à noite.

Y es que de pronto estaba sin Teresa. Solo la veía de noche, cuando ella volvía del restaurante y él se despertaba ligeramente del primer sueño y luego otra vez por la mañana, cuando era ella la que estaba adormilada y él tenía prisa por llegar al trabajo. Tenía 16 horas para sí mismo y aquel era un ámbito de libertad inesperadamente conquistado. Todo ámbito de libertad significaba para él, desde su temprana juventud, mujeres