Quotes About Night

And the city itself was just a glow on the dark earth...

He said, "Only you." I was alone and he was alone and we had nothing in common short of being human at night.

It is snowing. The flakes stream into the torchlight like a crowd flowing across a bridge, each one unknowably different, all exactly the same. But look up and the snow piles out of the dark like a weightless waterfall, tumbling from a black nowhere to your face. Snow at night is like the roof falling in, quietly.

Back at Tittenhurst that night we tried to remove our acrylic tilaka without success. "The conservatives had a point after all," I thought. It took us five days to remove the paint.

Oh she says the inconceivable sorrow of it, those chairs piled up at night when you're sitting in a cafè. The last one left.

I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.

Coyotes have the gift of seldom being seen; they keep to the edge of vision and beyond, loping in and out of cover on the plains and highlands. And at night, when the whole world belongs to them, they parley at the river with the dogs, their higher, sharper voices full of authority and rebuke. They are an old council of clowns, and they are listened to.

De veras no quiere que lo llevemos? —Es una caminata de diez minutos. Y en esta noche maravillosa, caminar es un imperativo. Los tres se quedaron un momento contemplando las estrellas. —Cada una de ellas es un mundo —dijo Hagen, mirándolas. —O un espantoso caos —dijo Clements, con un bostezo—. Temo que sean un cadáver fluorescente y que nosotros estemos dentro.

The Sun and the Moon are equated with the Father and the Mother. In the day, look up and remember our God; at night, look up and remember our Goddess - they are with us all the time!

Chance Duv knows! She spoke lightly. Folk have always told me that the night is full of all manner of evil. Ay, even so, Bevan said heavily, but it is the same evil that is in the day—evil of men. Look there!

La noche de la ciudad no tenía el brillo de la luna o de las estrellas; solo algunos retazos de luz amarillenta procedente de los escaparates se reflejaban en el pavimento, tornando la oscuridad todavía más negra.

He said, We'll get the knitting club onto it. I beg your pardon? We've got a dozen vampires with not enough to do, who can go out at night. They can eavesdrop on conversations, get talking to people in pubs late at night. Think of them as your Baker Street irregulars.

We leave tonight, he continued, very cold and calm, and we take the eggs with us.

Y gracias a mi rabieta de la otra noche, este también ha descubierto que soy una bruja oscura de dimensiones apocalípticas en potencia. Teniendo todo eso en cuenta, me juego lo que sea a que todos sus instintos clamaban para que detuviera mi todavía inexistente reinado del terror. Naturalmente

Night from a railroad car window is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light.

Summer Stars - 1878-1967 Bend low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars, Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl, So near you are, summer stars, So near, strumming, strumming, So lazy and hum-strumming.

WHEN I FIRST CAME to the Sahara I was afraid of the night. For some, night means more work, for others dissipation, for still others insomnia, boredom. For me now it's quite different. Night is first of all rest, real rest. At sunset a great serenity sets in, as though nature were obeying a sudden sign from God.

und in der schwärzesten Nacht meines Lebens sah ich Sterne.

That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.

As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.

Go to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes.

My only company was the incessant clacking of the typewriter echoing in the darkened hall and the large clock on the wall exhausting the minutes left until dawn.

The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.

Alicia was already walking down the street when the shop assistant stuck his head out of the door and called out, "Miss? You haven't told me your name ..." Alicia turned around and threw Bonito a smile that left its mark on him all day and part of the night.