Quotes About Night

And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

Sometimes I have trouble sleeping. It's weird—I can feel exhausted but still, I just lie there wide awake, staring up into the dark with all sorts of ideas bombarding me like dead pelicans

Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic weeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.

After suffering another insomniac night, Nixon went to the Pentagon, where the Joint Chiefs showed him maps detailing where Communist forces occupied Cambodia.

Night. Wind. Stars. Sea. Stones.

Yogi Soothing Caramel Bedtime Tea:

What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of snow when all night long the only sounds you heard were dogs that parked at trains that passed so far away they took a short cut through your dreams and no one even woke. It was the war that changed that. It was. After the Great War for Civilization - sleep was different everywhere...

I loved my family, but that night in the car I hit the wall of the reality of relationships in a fallen world.

But they simply didn't know Sammy in the late hours, all his virulent bedtime prayers whispered away into his folded hands, releasing his worry and anxiety over the sinful so he could sleep well and fight the devil again in the daylight. And, easefully and kindly, he'd hold Abby in his arms, becoming just as lost as everyone else, just as blind in the dark.

The newly decorated theatres produced things like car parks and restaurants, so you could have a good night out, quite cheaply without all that bother of having to go somewhere else.

Most of the time you're too busy to think about it. But every now and then you say, 'I work at 'Saturday Night Live ' and that is so cool.

Viene la notte, la notte scura, piena di cose che fanno paura, di sogni fasulli, di incubi veri, di sangue di morte e di uomini neri... Non serve gridare, non serve fuggire, l'unica cosa da fare è morire...

Die Nacht, die Stimmung auf dem Schiff und wieder dieses völlige Losgelöstsein von der gewöhnlichen Welt hatten mir jenes rauschhafte Freiheitsgefühl erweckt, das meine Droge ist.

She would say 'Bucket moon' he would answer 'Ladle moon.' Night after night sky revealed a bitten moon, a butcher's moon, an apple moon, a thief's moon, a rabbit--- 'Rabbit moon?' 'Don't you see it?' 'I used to chase rabbits,' she had said, her voice sweet and tired.

Look at the stars," said Tim. "Don't you ever wonder what they're for?" The Night was an open book of constellations. "They're for the same as everything else, "said Sam. They're just for themselves." The stars silently agreed.

Finally, there was no more recourse, no more beautiful solution, just ugly Resignation and Defeat. At night, Marat would come. It was the only time her fear felt beautiful. He said little. They always made love, though he called it fucking. She was so fascinated with her own acceptance of pleasure. When they were done, he promptly left. There were more heads to roll. It seemed never- ending. The

ghost44: It's only when it's dark out that we can see the stars shine.

Es peor de lo que piensas, Don -, repuso Mort. - No sólo cada noche se pintan los amarraderos, sino que el momento de comenzar a hacerlo es determinado por la temperatura y la humedad, de modo que la pintura esté seca a la hora de abrir el parque a la mañana siguiente.

My parents live near the ocean, and I've spent a lot of time walking through the water at night, being around the water.

I do have odd habits. I check under my bed every night for the bogeyman. That's just a little thing, though.

I watch Letterman. Once in a while, on the odd night, I'll catch the Food Network and watch 'Ace of Cakes,' which I'm kind of obsessed with.

I eat breakfast pretty much 'round the clock - muffins in the morning, scones for lunch, cereal at night - which may be odd but is also oddly satisfying, if only because the choice is my own.

It is often when night looks darkest, it is often before the fever breaks that one senses the gathering momentum for change, when one feels that resurrection of hope in the midst of despair and apathy.

I'm just taking it one day at a time. Actually, one night at a time. I'm not usually up during the day.