Quotes About Night

A thousand white houses built up and down the hills, ten thousand lighted windows and the stars hanging down over them politely, not getting too close, on account of the patrol.

I'm a romantic, Bernie. I hear voices crying in the night and I go to see what's the matter. You don't make a dime that way. You got sense, you shut your windows and turn up more sound on the TV set. Or you shove down on the gas and get far away from there. Stay out of other people's troubles. All it can get you is the smear. . . . You don't make a dime that way. You wouldn't do it. That's why you're a good cop and I'm a private eye.

No border town is anything but a border town, just as no waterfront is anything but a waterfront. San Diego? One of the most beautiful harbors in the world and nothing in it but navy and a few fishing boats. At night it is a fairyland. The swell is as gentle as an old lady singing hymns.

On the dance floor half a dozen couples were throwing themselves around with the reckless abandon of a night watchman with arthritis.

On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.

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on that night you told me you were the author of my current existence.

Their opposite is the equator, where every day and every night of the year is exactly twelve hours long. The farther north or south you go, the longer summer days and winter nights get. In Iceland, each day of spring was several minutes longer than the one before, so that in May the days

There are people for whom there is only one sun in the sky or darkness, and there are those who live in a night filled with stars

They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.

From her perch on the crescent of the harvest moon, the Holy Lady looked down and smiled at her imperfect children. The angels attending her that night felt little twinges of longing to be in human form, if for only a few minutes. They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.

A ella le gustaba de alma la noche, pero no tenía nada de perversa. A lo sumo tenía esa necesaria cuota de perversión que hace más llevadera la vida, pero no más. Era feliz como era: jamás quiso tener un hijo, jamás se arrepintió de nada que hubiera hecho. El que no está a la altura de su deseo, decía la Coca, ése es uno a quien el mundo puede llamar un cobarde.

Hic tibi nocturns praestbit creus igns: Subducta est puer namque lucerna tu.

We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers.

Like children in a dark room, like wayfarers passing a graveyard at night, the four men in the canoe filled the surrounding darkness with the fear from their own hearts.

Es cierto que hay cientos de pilotos que vuelan sin temor, en medio de oscuras noches y sobre kilómetros de neblina, pero su tranquilidad no proviene del saber y del control sino de una fe ciega en ese conjunto de piezas de metal que

Sometimes when he was in the country he would sleep in a barn and wake in the night and go out and look at the stars and there were so many, and he knew they were there before him, and they would be there after him. That was sort of awful and sort of wonderful.

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.

Moonlight drifts from over A hundred thousand miles To fall upon a cemetery It reads a hundred epitaphs And then smiles at a nest of Baby owls

I walked home past the glass whiskers of the houses, reflecting the downward rushing waterfalls of night.

It's so dark, he thought, that I could sleep without closing my eyes; the night would be my eyelids--

It was one of those Hobart spring nights, cold as charity, snow coming down hard on the mountain, the harbour a lather, sleet slapping and scratching at windows and tin roofs like a wild drunk who's been locked out.

For a time after my divorce everything began to seem profoundly ironic to me. I found myself thinking of other peoples' worries as sources of amusement and private derision which I thought about at night to make myself feel better.

It was on such a night as this that the unhappy things came about.