Quotes About Night

So would you like to try on some clothes? Beth nodded at what was in her arms. I don't have many dresses but Fritz can get you some. You know what? Marissa eyed the blue jeans the queen had on. I've never worn a pair of pants before. I've got two pairs here if you want to try them out. Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.

Three a.m. in downtown Caldwell, New York, gave you just enough obstacles to keep shit amusing.

Cuz it sure as hell appeared that his library card was getting stamped tonight.

If anyone ever wanted to sense the infinity of time and existence, all they had to do was look at the night sky and feel their precious dead staring back at them. It was the great duality of union and separation.

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

What are you going to do?" He stared at her for a long moment. "Maybe I'm finally going to be an angel tonight.

Sus ojos emitían un destello azul bajo la luz nocturna, como si fueran los faros de un automóvil. El enorme cuerpo anunciaba la muerte por todos los poros.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles.

Entonces vamos, Manello. Vamos hacia la noche, hacia los nuevos conocimientos.

Maybe like the arrangement of stars in the night sky, it was all just random, with only the minds of the afflicted and the affluent alike trying to make sense of the great swings of pain and grace ...while the disinterested universe churned on through relentless, infinite time, on a journey to nowhere. Who the fuck knew.

Hola, poli." La voz baja y masculina precedía de detrás de la cabeza de Butch. Sonrió. Ese sonido siempre le hacía pensar en la niebla nocturna, aquella que oculta lo que puede matarte. Lo bueno es que a él le gustaba el lado oscuro.

Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo. Era la grande dualità dell'unione e della separazione.

It was a multi-f-bomb kind of night.

Te puedo preguntar una cosa un poco delicada? —Al ver que su macho se encogía de hombros, siguió—: Aquella noche que me llevaste a la ciudad, ¿fue la primera vez que volvías a aquellos sitios? —No había vuelto. No me gusta quedarme en el pasado. Siempre miro hacia delante. —Cómo te envidio. Yo, en cambio, no puedo librarme de mi propia historia.

Se qualcun altro avesse voluto percepire il senso di infinito del tempo e dell'esistenza, quello che doveva fare era guardare il cielo notturno e sentire i propri cari che ricambiavano lo sguardo. Era la grande dualità dell'unione e della separazione. Tratto da Le Ombre di J.R.Ward

What else don't we know about you, Miss Riley? Liz asked. Do you put on a superhero costume and fight crime at night in the metropolis? Yes, but only between three and five a.m. Oooh, aren't you the smart-ass. Liz cocked her head to the side and studied her.

Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain's million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?