Quotes About Night

Rohan shrugged off the chill, but such eerie thoughts made him all the more glad they had brought him the girl. On so foul a night, it would be good to have a warm body beside him in bed. And beneath him, and on top of him... He cleared his throat, eager to get his hands on her.

Alice looked at the sky and sniffed at the heavens. Night seemed to swallow her. It was true, then, her ancient, girlish understanding. Grief is like space walking. It is nothing terrestrial. Laws of gravity alter, and bodies tilt and float away.

I never really drank coffee in college, but now I'm on my feet all day and out all night and can't believe it hasn't always been in my life. When morning comes I crave it.

Sometimes I felt like I would go insane not having the answers to such simple questions. Of course, it was always hardest during the night, then the darkness stole away any signs of hope.

Sometimes I felt like I would go insane not having the answers to such simple questions. Of course, it was always hardest during the night, when the darkness stole away any signs of hope.

Why do I go outside at one a.m. and search the stars as though I'd numbered them?

I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Isn't it worth missing whatever joy / you might have dreamed, to wake in the night and find / you and your beloved are holding hands in your sleep?

Mas luego a la memoria se m'ofrece aquella noche tenebrosa, escura, que siempre aflige esta anima mezquina con la memoria de mi desventura: verte presente agora me parece en aquel duro trance de Lucina; y aquella voz divina, con cuyo son y acentos a los airados vientos pudieran amansar, que agora es muda, me parece que oigo, que a la cruda, inexorable diosa demandabas en aquel paso ayuda; y tú, rústica diosa, ¿dónde estabas?

Christmas night, stars shine bright, and all the angels are singing. 'The Son of God is Born' Little child, holy child, how I want to be near you, this blessed Christmas night.

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.

I close my eyes and listen vaguely in a half sleep as he does the things he does before he sleeps each night. Brushing and squirting and splashing. So many things. People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

The thing I heard howling in the woods. It was no Coyote.

The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.

During the day, the air glistened with hovering ice. At night, the stars were razor sharp. At dawn, the sunlight went straight up in a hazy column. And sunset closed the day with a quick wink. No kidding. One minute it was bright daylight, and then you turned your back and it was full dark, like it was trying to catch you.

Once, when nothing was but night, they gathered, in a time forgotten— all the gods of greatest might— to plan the dawn of day and light. Here … at Teotihuácan.

My drafting table, where I drew The Far Side for most of my career, faced a window that overlooked a beautiful garden; beyond the garden was a lake, and beyond the lake Mount Rainier rose majestically into the Washington sky. I worked at night.

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.

It is at night... that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull.

When she played her music even the night demons stopped their work & it took them some time to remember what it was they were doing & the best of them had no stomach for it for a long time after that.

Had a long night last night on the other side of the world so he's having a hard time this morning letting his light shine

We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.