Quotes About Night

i am like the moon--sometimes, full.sometimes, black.sometimes, forever and ever alone.

When stars come out to play, I find it hard to get you off my mindSoI wrote this

He cubbed her in his arms to sleep, even her demons snored that night ~

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

I still think about you at nightyou come back to me with the stars.

Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For so the night will more than payThe hopeless longings of the day.

Loneliness of heartIn the still of the night my heart doth cry out, who can hear it for time is far spent. In the darkness in the shadow of the depth I find isolation and fear...

...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

And tonight the stars again ask me your name?And I just smile, playing the guessing game!

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

The dark sky seemed to swallow the moon, as Samantha stood alone on the deserted highway.

May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!

His lips brush my ear as his voice causes my body to come to attention. "If the night never ends, then there's never a new day … and with a new day comes renewed hope, light.

the star that I was wishingthe light that I was kissingsitting back and reminiscing that night, it was missing.

she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.

Hurry up, before there's no more night left.

Asculta atunci cu toat? fiin?a ei, asculta pesemne zvonuri din noapte, pe care eu nu le puteam prinde...

I couldn't see him but I could hear him snoring softly, humming, like a little airplane lost in the clouds.

They stole it from us. It was. . .our tragedy! Which is our humanity. We need those things. We need tragedy, which is the need to love and the need. . .not just the need, the imperative, the human imperative. . .to experience joy. To find joy and to create joy. All through the night. The fight night.

ÄŒEŽNJA DogaÄ'a se to u jesenjoj no?i kada pada kestenje po asfaltu i kada se ?uju psi u daljini, i kada se tako neopisivo javlja ?ežnja za nekim tko bi bio dobar, naÅ¡, bliz, intiman, drug, i kome bi mogli da piÅ¡emo pismo. Ispovjedili bismo mu sve Å¡to leži na nama. Pismo bi mu pisali, a njega nema.­ ­

You're never in love with anyone the way you are when you're eighteen, on a beach, at night, with your shoes off. I still can't believe he's gone.

So I carried that love, searching the world for a place to lay it down, but never found anywhere or anyone until I found you. I have been a poor man in many ways, Annabelle. Perhaps, upon reflection, even an unlucky one. But I was lucky in the most important way. That night after the fireworks, you told me your name and I told you mine.

night, in a moment of grace, we witnessed something otherworldly. It was after midnight. As I slept, I felt a sensation through my closed lids, as if someone had turned on the lights. I heard a gasp, and I opened my eyes to witness an utterly amazing sight. The entire sea was aglow.