Quotes About Night

Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly.

Quiet Girl" I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.

Now, In June, When the night is a vast softness Filled with blue stars, And broken shafts of moon-glimmer Fall upon the earth, Am I too old to see the fairies dance? I cannot find them any more.

Afraid We cry among the skyscrapers As our ancestors Cried among the palms in Africa Because we are alone, It is night, And we're afraid.

The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.

And the night becomes Still as a whispering heartbeat.

Without rest in the darkness, Weary as the tired night, My soul Empty as the silence, Empty with a vague, Aching emptiness, Desiring, Needing someone, Something.

It's the other part I'm not so sure about. You got any advice for me on that, Lucan?" "Sure." The vampire grunted, his smile filled with dark amusement. "Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through.

Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through." Lucan (in response to Dante's request for advice) - Kiss of Crimson

Everyone is beyond the beyond. Except Fred Lemish. Everyone's where they want to be. Except Fred Lemish. This is it. We've found it. This night of nights. This summer of our lives. Can it last till Tuesday? When's Tuesday?

U osam sati, teturali smo se ulicama i sudarali sa banderama. Posrtali smo, cerekali se i grlili, urlali na nebo, upisivali svoja imena u zvezde, imena, prezimena i adrese, kakva je samo no? bila pred nama!

Ya?murlarla diplerinden ye?eren çal?lar?n kökleri o gece gövdelerini saran alevleri an?ms?yor mu? (s.155)

You know why we'll never give up cars—because riding in cars at night is so beautiful, it's telling stories in a cave with the darkness kept out, the dash lights for the embers of the fire.

A su lado, la mujer que lo había devuelto a la vida lloraba de felicidad, porque sabía que la pesadilla había terminado y ella ya no tendría que vivir como una hija de la noche nunca más. Y sonreía, y soñaba con la nueva vida que los aguardaba al final de la travesía, en una bella finca en Italia, junto al mar, con mucho sol. Mucho sol.

It's twilight in the vineyard, and the red night rises from a troubled woman's glass of wine.

Branches etched a network of veins across the starry night sky. My own veins were exposed and raw from my attraction to Ella—attraction, hell. More like obsession.

I've been quite fascinated by the relative insignificance of human existence, the shortness of life. We might as well be a letter in a word in a sentence on a page in a book in a library in a city in one country in this enormous universe! And that kind of fear and insignificance has kept me awake at night.

On September 13, we were the kindling, and a monstrous god leaned over us to breathe. Clouds melted, brush trembled, and the ocean burned white like molten glass...I was hoping, like everyone else who lay awake listening to the wind, that no pyromaniacs were out there, trembling in thrall beneath the god monster, reaching for a match.

It's a night out of time and a time out of place.

La guerra, que resuena a lo lejos, me dice que hay una noche más oscura detrás de esta noche del patio.

I'd rather tell you about a new horse, a forest of glass, and a long good night.

On the boardwalk the arcade jukebox plays all night surrounded by teenagers--sometimes twenty bodies deep, bare-skinned and full of energy for the music, for one another, for life, for the little bit of freedom they taste in the salt air and their skin. My father finds his place in this crowd. They are a force together. They don't do drugs. They don't drink. But they do music, and their power comes from their numbers and the thrill of being young on the beach at night.

On deadline days, though, "my best time is around eleven at night. There is absolutely no distraction to be had. You're pretty much shackled to your desk." She pauses. "There's something really nice about that.