Quotes About Night

The night was a typewriter key that got stuck and kept punching all the letters on top of the others until all that was left was a black blob. No word, no letter, no message in the night for me.

The railing of the balcony was cold but the blue-black night air was so warm in October, in Florida, it felt as if it could hold you, all that wetness like a blanket of kisses.

You need your beauty sleep for tomorrow" she tells us "don't stay up too late talking" We ignore her of course.The whole point of a sleepover is to stay up too late talking.

is often when night looks darkest, that one senses the gathering momentum for change.

The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest night.

At night in bed, they talked. He, of the bees. She of the birds. Never of the birds and bees.

O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call, My comfort by day and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all.

The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the light of fog blanketing the hills drifting in at night through the Golden Gate to lie on the city at dawn...

Oh no I have not lain on Beauty Rests like this afraid to rise at night for fear that I might somehow miss some movement beauty might have made

It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light 'We think differently at night' she told me once lying back languidly And she would quote Cocteau 'I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I am constantly shocking' Then she would smile and look away light a cigarette for me sigh and rise and stretch her sweet anatomy let fall a stocking

I stood up to take some air outside. The stars were brilliant that night, and the cicadas were crying in endless song. If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong?

In every generation until mine, most of humanity lived with the night sky. As people began moving into cities and using more illumination, the sky gradually disappeared. There must be a corresponding loss of wonder without the stars to remind us where we stand in creation.

God is in his Heaven and the first night was a wow.

In the fall of the year I turned sixteen, I jumped out of my bedroom window and ran away. The night's black roads wound like long stretches of river. … The streets ribboned out in all directions. I lifted first one foot and then the other, ready to run down all of them

Well, there's a light in your eye that keeps shinin', like a star that can't wait for the night.

We pray, those of us who believe; those of us who don't believe ask, Let me go quickly and peacefully into the night.

The other night, the cats were howling. I turned over and convinced myself to go back to sleep because they weren't my patients.

I am not, nor will I ever be, that irritating creature called a morning person.

At night they emerge from the water, stalking over the grassy field, leaving bits of themselves on the ground. They gather at my bedside – Bum, Harold, David, the father I'd known before the war, and my neighbor Mr. Lang – and they gaze down on me, whispering revelations of who they were and who I am. And the strongest voice belongs to the German, who looks upon me with concern and warmth, and he tells me, "If you can stand up, you'll live.

I remember my favorite nights were just getting drunk and walking around outside the East Village kicking over garbage cans. Just the night. Just that it would be night again. And you could go out, you know? It just seemed glorious. (Please Kill Me.)

The cherubim of love are better far Than pillared wisdom's most seraphic star. And knowledge cannot bring the sweet delight Of childhood's faith that pierces darkest night.

Not in tears should we pray, But in hope, smiling bright, When the glory of day Has forgotten the night!

There are tides of justice surging to the unknown shores of right; Stars of truth that seek a setting in the dark, untutored night.

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.