Quotes About Night

Only in the first hour of the night can I become human, while the male dove is busy with the twelve dead.' --Black Book 2

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret recesses of the psyche, opening into that cosmic night which was psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness

the really complex and unfamiliar part of the human mind, from which symbols are produced, is still virtually unexplored. It seems almost incredible that though we receive signals from it every night, deciphering these communications seems too tedious for any but a very few people to be bothered with. Man's greatest instrument, his psyche, is little thought of, and it is often directly mistrusted and despised. "It's only psychological" too often means: It is nothing.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

The weather turned cool a few weeks later, and that winter was when Mia had her accident. So that actually turned out to be the last time I went camping. But even if it weren't, I still think it would be the best trip of my life. Whenever I remember it, I just picture our tent, a little ship glowing in the night, the sounds of Mia's and my whispers escaping like musical notes, floating out on a moonlit sea.

Que alguien me despierte cuando haya acabado, cuando el silencio nocturno pase del negro al dorado sólo quiero tenderme en un lecho de tréboles. Oh, necesito ayuda con esta carga.

Fingers of light are starting to pry open the night sky.

early and I don't want to get stuck there for the night. I ask Tricia if I can use her

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

A golden half-moon graced the black velvet sky, no clouds in sight, allowing a blanket of stars to twinkle in every direction.

Please," she cried. "Please." A fierce roar split the night, shaking the ground, rattling the trees. Suddenly Maddox was beside her again, drowning out the voices. "Foolish Bait," he spat. More to himself, he added, "Foolish warrior." Crying

After dark, well, you stayed put.

Over-alerting causes Operations engineers to be woken up in the middle of the night for protracted periods of time, even when there are few actions that they can appropriately take. The

Upon awakening in the morning, I wondered if the proceedings of the night before had been a dream. It was hard to believe that I was the world's heavyweight champion.

And, her conscience pointed out, leave an unconscious woman alone in the street—at night in a dangerous city. A woman whom Irene herself had drugged. Various words came to mind for this sort of behaviour. They were not nice words.

Okay, that's it. I'm sleeping with my clothes on. Who wants to face a convicted felon in your pajamas?

In brighest day In blackest night No evil shall escape my sight Let those who worship evil's might Beware my power -- Green Lantern's light!

WHO THE HELL'S AT THE DOOR? When you are young your favourite time for sex are often first thing in the morning or last thing at night,but as you get older your body clock changes.You can't function in the morning until you have had breakfast and at night you are so tired at the end of a long day that you just want to go to sleep.On your agenda,sex comes somewhere below running a marathon or wrestling an alligator.

And smale foweles maken melodye,That slepen al the nyght with open yë,(So priketh hem nature in hit corages);Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.

I want night, deep ambrosial night.

Purple cloud covered his head so that he silently attacked his own blood and likeness, a lunar countenance; stonily sank away into emptiness, when in a broken mirror a dying youth, the sister, appeared; the night engulfed the cursed race.

The dark eagles, sleep and death, Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man Is swallowed by the icy comber Of eternity. On the frightening reef The purple remains go to pieces, And the dark voice mourns Over the sea. Sister in my wild despair Look, a precarious skiff is sinking Under the stars, The face of night whose voice is fading.

Silently night appears, a wild thing bleeding Which slowly sinks to earth on the hillside.