Quotes About Night

Günter killed his light and waited in the pitch-black, straining his ears for the noise to repeat itself.

It was Lorraine in her nightie and Mo in his cap. They'd just settled their brains for a long winter's nap in front of the television. When out in the lot there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their recliners to see what was the matter. Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the blinds and threw up the sash. And what to their wondering eyes should appear, but Stephanie Plum and yet another of her cars burning front to rear.

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle. 'Never let a man stay the night,' she told me. 'Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.' The night magic sounded lovely. Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after.

The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.

If I were a poet, that's what I'd write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. They knew how long the night was. They knew the sound life made as it left. It rattled, like a slamming screen door in the wind. Night workers live without illusions, they wiped dreams off counters, they loaded freight. They headed back to the airport for one last fare.

Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.

Never let a man stay the night. Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

Never let a man stay the night," she told me. "Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

You talk to the night I was her first, you say. And you'll say You knew me once When my dress was made of autumn leaves And my hair a smoldering fire As you smoke your cigar Sip whisky with its peaty smoke. Memory fades, but never that. A kiss among furs, Another kind of fire.

The daily glitter of skyscrapers competing with the stars is an unnecessary, unforgivable decadence.

Obviously, the Night's King is clearly a symbol of something very unpleasant in our psyche, and he even raises wights from the dead, which is probably everybody's worst fear, being actually used after we're dead.

Yeah, Peckham's a mad place. Unpredictable. You don't know what's going to happen throughout the day or the night. Today in the morning everything's cool. In the afternoon you're in mad beef. It's just normal isn't it? It's cool for us.

When we're awake, cortisol can fragment memories - one reason eyewitness crime scene accounts are so unreliable. But at night that very fragmentation allows creative recombinations of ideas.

I'm a believer, but an unsettled one. I think it has something to do with the fact that my grandmother always told me she would come back and tickle my feet at night time when she passed away. She hasn't gotten me yet. But I keep the blanket over my feet at night, no matter how hot it is.

Thinking about the heartbreaking number of young children around the world who think they are unwanted and are uncared for can easily keep you awake at night.

Night tennis began at the United States Open in 1975 with certain stars trying to beg out and certain patrons trying to dump unwanted tickets on scalpers.

Im a night owl so I tend to do a lot of my disconnecting past midnight. I love the feeling when the whole world has shut down for the day Im left to think and unwind without any interruptions.

My skincare regime in the evening really helps me relax, unwind and get ready for a decent night's kip.

Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

It's all about the crowd and what type of event I am DJing. If it's a corporate party, I keep things upbeat but light. For late night events, I really turn it up with dance songs and trap hits.

I've never been burgled. I don't quite know what I would do if it was the dead of night and there was someone in the house, and my kids were asleep upstairs.

You know, I don't walk home alone at night. If I drive into our courtyard after dark, I ask my partner to come outside with the dog to meet me. Those are, you know, basic sort of urban precautions.