Quotes About Night

When the few leaves left on this young oak were brown, and rustled in the frosty night, the massy shoulder of Orion came heaving up through it - first one bright star, then another; then the gleaming girdle, and the less definite scabbard; then the great constellation stretched across the east. At the first sight of Orion's shoulder Bevis always felt suddenly stronger, as if a breath of the mighty hunter had come down and entered into him.

You should have heard the boatman who brought me up here from the Glades. Fire in the northern sky, lights in the marshes, a black dog heard barking through the night. Doesn't occur to anyone to wonder how exactly you can tell it's a black dog just from the fucking bark it makes.

The fragmented contents of the previous night bubbled in my brain like a carelessly made fish stew. Indigestible chunks appeared on the surface, wobbled in the currents of memory, and sank again.

The police are more impressive by night. First of all, you've got the flashing lights casting dramatic color into everyone's faces, grim expressions steeped alternately in criminal red and smoky blue.

Every evening, the Strip flickers to languid life like some faulty neon tube given a kick. It blinks and fizzles and settles down, gleaming slantwise and constant across the street grid of Bradbury's old quarter like a cryptic grin, like a signal for eager moths.

If not, they would drift forever, because the universe is mostly night and darkened ocean.

Against the distant roar of the maelstrom I heard it. The hurrying strop of rotor blades on the fabric of the night.

Do you think too long a period of nightlessness," mused Sandra, "could drive you insane, the way they say sleeplessness can?

I once knew this cellist, Miss Browning, A swan with whom I enjoyed clowning. But at night when she bloomed I felt blissfully doomed. Far from shore, in danger of drowning.

If a mother somehow thinks she deserves to know everything, then she will have to know things that keep her up at night, won't she?

Sometimes she even thought of animals asleep in a zoo, in their make-believe jungles and savannahs, meticulously cared for by day but, sleeping at night, wild as could be in their dreams, watched by the silent, all-seeing, all-forgiving moon.

Our nights are different. She falls asleep like someone yielding to the gentle tug of a warm tide, and floats with confidence till morning. I fall asleep more grudgingly, thrashing at the waves, either reluctant to let a good day depart or still bitching about a bad one. Different currents run through our spells of unconsciousness.

The stars are particularly spectacular tonight, don't you think? Dazzling. As if they've all had a good rinsing from the storm.

It's what this night would feel like if I could seize hold of it

his father had pointed up and shown him Polaris, hanging up there like a diamond pin holding the black, black sky in place.

the moon. Just a curved sliver of light, like the door of heaven had been left slightly ajar.

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.

with a night premium of $25–$3o.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.

There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright images of dreams. But no darkness is as complete, as blanketing, as terrifying as the utter darkness of underground.

The light of these candles is but the reflection of a greater light. It shines from the islands beyond the western sea. It glistens in the dew and on the lake, in the stars of the night sky, in every reflection of the spirit world. And should any of us lose the light, there will be brother or sister to guide him

Na enxerga, Saraid dormia. Eile fazia o mesmo com os longos cabelos espalhados pela almofada como um rio de chamas escuras. Junto da fogueira, os homens de Pitnochie mantinham-se silenciosos, enrolados nos seus cobertores. Ninguém o ouvia; apenas as sombras.