Quotes About Night

Lewis: "Oh, no." Kaitlyn: "Lewis?" Lewis: "Hi, Kaitlyn. Hi. Rob." Rob: "G'way, Lewis. I'm sleeping." Kaitlyn: "Hi. Anna." Anna: "Hi, Kait." Lewis: "Hi, Anna." Gabriel: "And good night, John-Boy! Shut the hell up, all of you!

The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night.

What are you out here for at this time of night?

Night watches calmly with her starry eyes All tremulous with love.

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

The tattered lace of darkness still hung over the city, as if night were a grim bride trudging to the horizon, trailing her shadowy train.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

Few will ever witness an act destined to become legend. How does it happen, that the events of a day, or a night — or a life — are translated into story? There is a gap in between, where awe has carved a space that words have yet to fill.

If this night is a fairy tale, then this is the happily ever after, right, or at least the beginning of it? And the thing about happily ever afters? Those princesses and woodcutter's sons have bodies under their coats, too. I mean, what do you think happily ever after means? (I can't be the only one who thinks this.)

He didn't believe in magic and demons. He believed in day and night, endurance and fury, cold mud and loneliness and the speed with which blood leaves the body

Seize the night. And I blink and feel a surge of certainty and excitement, because of course that's what one does when one wants something. One seizes it. Well, maybe not all things. Cats, for example, do not respond well to seizure. Probably girls don't, either. So this might not be a good credo in life, but for Saturday nights in general and this one in particular, it works.

Like a star in the cupped hands of night.

It (scent) was barely there at all, but in the hint of its existence it was as fragile as night blossoms—not too sweet but just enough, like the dew on a requiem bud in the palest hour of dawn.

of night crowded into the slanting places beyond the reach of the dawn.

Mañana comenzará el Apocalipsis. Esta noche, se permiten mirarse el uno al otro solo por un momento.

A STRANGE MOON WORD

Sarai couldn't even remember what her own had been like, back before she had made of it the zoo of terrors it was now - her own mind a place she was afraid to be caught out in after dark.

prepared for them. He would talk as they washed and dried and put the dishes away. He would talk and then not talk as they lay, later, for hours entire entwined. Zorrie slept in sweet, shallow bursts. Some nights, when she woke or couldn't sleep, the walls fell away and the coming day unfurled before her. Lying there listening to the crickets, she could feel the corn against her waist and wrists, the tangled beans against her ankles. The wet

The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.

And when night, guiding her bright train of stars, Throws o'er the sleeping world her gloomy veil, Lonely amidst the desert and the darkness, Musing upon the night's calm majesty; Wrapt up in quietness, with shade and silence, My soul more closely worshippeth Thy presence; With an internal day I feel enlighten'd, And hear a voice, which biddeth me to hope.

The inner Min starved; she woke in the middle of the night, then lay for hours wondering what was wrong.

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,I heard a Negro play.Down on Lenox Avenue the other nightBy the pale dull pallor of an old gas lightHe did a lazy sway…He did a lazy sway…To the tune o' those Weary Blues.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me