Quotes About Night

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking, The night's long hours still find me thinking, Of thee, thee, only thee.' Huge

Nights, in my room, I turn the handle of my grandfather's old-fashioned razor to release the blade from under its stainless steel cover. I trace the sharp edge over my arm, press it into places where a scratch might go unnoticed. It's not so much a desire for punishment as for manageable pain, bleeding that can be stanched.

Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

What is a fleecy as a cloud, As majestic and shimmering as the breaking dawn, As gorgeous as the sun the sun is strong? Why, it's ME! Twilight, the Great Gray, Tiger of the sky --- Light of the Night, Most beautiful, An avian delight. I beam --- I gleam --- I'm a livin' flying dream. Watch me roll off this cloud and pop on back. This is flying. I ain't no hack.

Sleep hath no enemy like an unrelenting cat.

Then the boy went to sleep And one or two embers alive in the ashes flared up In the shape of your beloved face. Thousands of dreams spread over the land. Stars like silver eyes twinkling in the night… You shining ones fell to Earth Even though the cons turn many prayers to dust, I will keep praying. Please love that child And kiss the hand you're holding.

he'd thought of fate as something hostile, a thief moving soundlessly in the night

Sometimes you just wait for the night to be over and endure.

That's right. Tomorrow's the day I try to kill you." "Goodnight Daddy." "Goodnight, son.

Everything's dark, nothing is bright," the child sang, "No one can stop us on Halloween night." Evelyn smiled. "This is our night, this is our street, give us some money, or candy to eat." The

It was a Saturday, so he was off work and had woken up pleasurably late after a night of equally pleasurable lovemaking.

It is not how you walk, or where, or how far. It is all in the sound of the steps and how the night receives them.

The sun had set. Night had come to the city. How easy it would be if everything went dark, and the world ended right here, right now. What a relief it would be.

Friday night, I resolved to have a quiet time. Two pints and a chips carry-home. Alas, the pints got away from me and I hit the top shelf.

In fireworks are released, all the explosive pyrotechnics of a dream. The inflammable desires, dampened by day under the cold water of consciousness, are ignited at night by the libertarian matches of sleep, and burst forth in showers of shimmering incandescence. These imaginary displays provide a temporary relief.

It's not the sort of night for bed, anyhow.

I tried to lure sleep to me, but she slowly shook her raven tresses and would not come back.

Shade hoped this would be the last night he spent in the jungle. He hunted distractedly, paying more attention to the sky around him than to the insects he was trying to catch. With Chinook and Caliban—who had insisted on accompanying them—he stuck close to Statue Haven, warily snapping up any bugs that looked like they wouldn't snap back. Anything too big, with too many antennae, or weird markings, or strange odors, he stayed away from.

Manhattan's lights spread out below -- this firework show of wealth and power outburns the feeble stars.

Is there an eye of endless light For what we do and dare? Or are we playing to the night With nobody to care?

Dusk came over the hill to me, Holding a red moon, And I danced with her, Feeling and following her starry steps, Till she turned and gave the moon To the swarthy night-- And slipped away without explaining.

But O the mad heart, it is beating! and beauty seems lastingly bright, As if it could never go fleeting afar on the feet of delight, And be lost in the thicket of night!

The day was dying, the night being born-but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it! That was what came out of the silence -- a gentle rhythm, the strain of a perfect chord, the music of the spheres, perhaps.

How magnificent the city is by the June moonlight! — after the streets are empty and silent.