Quotes About Night

During the late nights, try to walk in the empty streets with an empty mind! Light of wisdom will soon accompany you!

Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.

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.

Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

Nothing the night said about the morning turned out to be true.

Stars are not okay.

Mr. Arbuthnot certainly was not prepared for her response to his statement that February was a dangerous month. "It is," answered Laura with almost violent agreement. "If you are a were-wolf, and very likely you may be, for lots of people are without knowing, February, of all months, is the month when you are most likely to go out on a dark windy night and worry sheep.

It is," answered Laura with almost violent agreement. "If you are a were-wolf, and very likely you may be, for lots of people are without knowing, February, of all months, is the month when you are most likely to go out on a dark windy night and worry sheep.

In the uncertain hour before the morningNear the ending of interminable nightAt the recurrent end of the unendingAfter the dark dove with the flickering tongueHad passed below the horizon of his homing.

The hippopotamus's dayIs passed in sleep; at night he hunts;God works in a mysterious way—The Church can sleep and feed at once.

There are no good or evil people. There is only a great, unfathomable mob trampling itself underfoot. The life-giving sources of the old morality have dried up and vanished in the sands of oblivion. There's no other source to draw from, no place to refresh oneself. There is no example, no inspiration. It is night. A night of indifference, apathy, chaos.

?wiat si? wyrówna?. Nie ma z?ych i dobrych. Jest wielki, nieszcz?sny t?um depcz?cy sobie po nogach. Jest noc. Noc oboj?tno?ci, noc apatii, noc chaosu.

Dear sleep, I know we had problems when I was younger ... but I love you now.

INSOMNIA = 1:51 A.M. + ETERNITY + 1:52 A.M. + ETERNITY + 1:53 A.M. + ETERNITY

She too was gazing at the glimmering winows across the city.

It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work -- the night watchman.

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.

I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.

I have three phobias which, could I mute them,would make my life as slick as a sonnet,but dull as ditch water:I hate to go to bed,I hate to get up and I hate to be alone...

Would you like a . . . a cup of cider?" She thought she heard him laugh. "A cup of cider? In the middle of the night?" She smiled, knowing he couldn't see her, but it felt good after a day spent worrying. "It's silly. I'm sorry. Never mind." "No! I'd like a cup of a cider. Or a cup of . . . anything . . . with you, ma'am.

ade slipping back into place. "Heavy crowd tonight.

I know I said that I always choose the anticlimactic over the irrevocable, and yes of course what I meant was that I have always been a coward, but I lied: not always, there was that night, there was that one time.

Liv was never afraid of cot death or of Holly falling out of bed and hitting her head or any of the standard-issue parental boogeymen. All she worried about was that Holly might wake up, in the middle of the night, and think she was all alone.