Quotes About Night

Het duurt zo lang voordat avond en dageraad voorbij zijn. Het duurt lang voordat de langzame nacht naderbij komt. Al wie westwaarts zwerft, al wie oostwaarts doolt weet niet waarom hij niet rusten kan. Het is omdat elke aardeszoon een skelet met zich meedraagt en ermee reizen moet.

The first time I ever recorded the songs of the humpback whales at night was off Bermuda. It was also the first time I had ever heard the abyss. Normally you don't hear the size of the ocean when you are listening, but I heard it that night . . . That's what whales do; they give the ocean its voice, and the voice they give is ethereal and unearthly."44

It is a very old and widely spread superstition that when a dog howls at night someone not far away is dying or will soon die. Many people are uncomfortable when they hear a dog howling after dark, not because they believe that dogs have any knowledge that death is present or coming, but because their ancestors for many centuries believed that the howling of a dog was ominous

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill?He sounds too blue to fly.The midnight train is whining low,I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Wo es hinkam, wuchs aus der Nacht ein kleinstes Geräusch. Knirschte hell eine Diele, löste sich ein Nagel, bog sich ein altes Möbel. Knarrte es in den verquollenen Läden oder klirrte seltsam zwischen den Gläsern – Alles schlief in dem grossen Hause am Rhein. Aber irgend etwas schlurfte langsam herum –

The trembling increased, a moan of grief was heard, nothing articulate - as a bird in the night sometimes laments alone.

WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.

Dreams?' 'I never dream.' And that's true. I never dream except sometimes when I wake up in blank terror and have no idea what I am terrified of. Nights with gaping horror in the middle of them and no reason why. A skull grinning in the dark. Nights when I have all too little difficulty in identifying my emotions. 'Fear? You get frightened sometimes

That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night.

There are no stars tonight but those of memory.

Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, -- A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night, Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child. Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree, And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, Or bury the Gods. I can remember much forgetfulness.

I'm a creature of the night for God's sake And she wants me home by eleven?

Night hid the ugly of the world. And sometimes, when I was feeling ugly, I was grateful that it would hide me, too.

Vampires don't sparkle.

Doubtful she would be so lucky with Dark Arun. Perhaps she would try assassinating him on their wedding night and find out.

You cannot dance up there," he said, quietly. "I can see you are in mourning. But you are welcome to dance here, among the magic. Please. Come and mend you broken hearts here. Come back, every night.

You will go to bed, Christa. But not alone.

I've no intention of harming you—or touching you, Mrs. Michaelson. But if the countryside is that packed with Yanks, then I will accept your gracious hospitality for the night. And since I dare not come near you, I'm going to go and lock myself in a room. And since I don't want to lie awake all night wondering just where you are and what you're doing, I'm taking the whiskey bottle. What a companion it will make!

No, Christa, it's not me. Maybe I'm not your Rebel lover. Maybe I am your Yankee husband. But in every way, I swear to you, I've sought to give what I would take. And I know that I've touched your senses. You hold back because you would continue to wage war in our bed. But I tell you, my love, no more. No more, after this night!" "Don't—" she began. "Jesu, Christa! Give me a chance, give us both a chance!

When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.

I had no idea what time I'd left, how I'd gotten home, who'd been up here, and how long he, she, or they had stayed. Another night, added to the hundreds that had gone before, shrouded in mystery. Really, when you thought about it, it was creepy. My own life was a secret to me.

Looking into your dream was like all the stars glimmered their final song to you and when I woke up in darkness once again I could not find a single one in the night sky.

The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.

The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.