Quotes About Night

I'm really fascinated by the moon.

I've never been a morning person, ever. I hate the morning. I have more energy at night.

Bedtime is when I get most anxious because I have time to contemplate. I'm also more likely to question my mortality and catastrophise if I've seen or heard something upsetting about somebody.

I think the most important thing is to always clean your face and ensure your make-up comes off at night. Going to bed with make-up is just so bad for your skin.

And I have to say, what motivates me every day and I know my Democratic colleagues is to remember that every day 14,000 people get up in the morning with insurance that go to bed at night without it and most of them because they lost their job.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

Come to us Father, in the watches of the night. Come to us as you always came, bringing to us the invincible sustenance of your strength, the limitless treasure of your bounty, the tremendous structure of your life that will shape all lost and broken things on earth again into a golden pattern of exultancy and joy.

Spring lay strewn lightly like a fragrant gauzy scarf upon the earth; the night was a cool bowl of lilac darkness, filled with fresh orchard scents.

You don't know. When I'm out there at night I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving, my skin and fingernails, everything, it's like I'm full of electricity and I'm glowing in the dark - I'm on fire almost - I'm burning away into nothing - but it doesn't matter because I know exactly who I am.

Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are.

The days seemed to stretch out toward infinity, blank and humid, without purpose, and at night I was kept awake by the endless drone of mosquitoes and helicopters. (Why wars must be contested under such conditions I shall never understand. Is not death sufficient?)

That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

La nuit tombe, le jour se lève. Toujours.

complete with driving winds and a sky nearly black enough to turn the twilight of the city and surrounding countryside into full night.

Decay is my friend Night is my servant I wait for you in a palace of elm While I let the crows peck at my body

One good thing about this place, you got all the hot water you want, and no Mickey Mouse on the housekeeping. Now, if they could just turn the fucking heat on at night-- Where the hell are we? Colorado. I know that much. Not much else, though.

The stars are a tantalizing mystery. And the great thing is that the stars are free, in that they cost nothing to watch, and can be seen from anywhere by anyone.

Every night was a somber, adults-only slumber party - no giggles or whispers, just lots of coughing and farting and snoring and groaning, the sounds and smells of too many stressed-out of people packed into too small a place.

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

If God didn't prefer for us to drink at night, he wouldn't have made neon!

Io? Io rappresento incertezza, insicurezza, sorpresa, disordine, assenza di legge, cattivo gusto, divertimento e ciò che di notte fa bum.

There is light underwater, even at night, but it is a far cry from the lights that we all know and love... the light by which the reaper reads his list.