Quotes About Night

The moon was bright; he stood at the edge of his own skull's platform; desire to hate and desire not to hate struggled in him. In the moonlight, visible, audible, arm in arm, talking and laughing, they came. He saw them pass; his eyes grew blind. Presently he turned and went home. That night when at last he slept he dreamed, more clearly than ever before, of his steady descent of the moon-bright rope.

Spider Crystal Ascension" The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky And looks down, waiting for us to ascend … At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net. All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star. And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.

Sitting at Night on the Front Porch" I'm here, on the dark porch, restyled in my mother's chair. 10:45 and no moon. Below the house, car lights Swing down, on the canyon floor, to the sea. In this they resemble us, Dropping like match flames through the great void Under our feet. In this they resemble her, burning and disappearing. Everyone's gone And I'm here, sizing the dark, saving my mother's seat.

Sometimes at night I worry about TAMMY. I worry that she might get tired of it all. Tired of running at sixty-six terahertz, tired of all those processing cycles, every second of every hour of every day. I worry that one of these cycles she might just halt her own subroutine and commit software suicide. And then I would have to do an error report, and I don't know how I would even begin to explain that to Microsoft.

Tonight, I feel small. An entire night in the city seems to be too much for me, too immense for me to get lost in. By now it's past one, the after-hours city is in full swing, and morning is a long way off.

I fix time machines during the day (whatever a day means for me—I'm not sure I even know that anymore), and at night I sleep alone, in a quiet, nameless, dateless day that I found, tucked into a hidden cul-de-sac of space–time.

Não consigo dormir esta noite. Encontro-me perante algo novo, algo pleno de expectativas. O futuro imediato é demasiado tentador para poder dormir.

Umbrele se topesc în noapte È™i soarele r?sare în zori.

Great, thought Jack. I'm on marathon walk to London, likely to be ambushed by diseased nutters at any moment and I'm stuck with a load of idiots who sound like they've escaped from the set of In the Night Garden.

He called himself her pimp, except for the fact, he said, that he didn't like standing in the night air.

ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit pour les étoiles glacées au ciel glacé ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est l'heure où des ombres rentrent dans les murs, où d'autres ombres sortent dans la nuit ce n'est pas la fin de la nuit c'est la fin de mille nuits et de mille cauchemars.

...Silene, who declines The garish noontide's blazing light; But when the evening crescent shines, Gives all her sweetness to the night....

Either birds or bats flapped up and into the night as the gates rolled back into position. My money was on bats. Little blingy ones, carrying tiny Louis Vuitton clutches.

Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

Now it was growing late again, and cooler, which the nurse found disorienting. It felt as though her entire life had been lived from dusk to dawn ever since she learned of Phillip, only tiptoeing around the edges of sunset or sunrise, and sleeping or traveling all day.

It was darker than the devil's asshole out there.

One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back-to-back, they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise, got up and shot the two dead boys. If you don't believe this story's true, ask my blind uncle. He saw it too.

Look at all those stars. God has fireworks on display all the time, doesn't He?

Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally I'd see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I'd realize in a piercing way that my mother was right. That someday I would be grateful and that in fact I was grateful now, that I felt something growing in me that was strong and real.

Why does it feel like night today? Something in the air's not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left

The dark night was the first book of poetry, and the constellations were the poems.

He looked out at the dark of night seeking rumors of the moon.

Dark is dark in the darkness.

Merridale was as self-centered as a Broadway star on opening night.