Quotes About Night

Stars, hard bits of diamond light.

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

I made a wish on a sliver of moonlight A sly grin and a bowl full of stars

Never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades after dark.

Once I had a dream that I was sleeping.

Yea, I have dreams. Usually at night when I'm asleep. Why?

Before the night was over, Bleby, Morris, and thousands of others watched awestruck as new fires spread on neighboring plantations, in an unstoppable chain, as if the universe itself was answering the first call of flames and setting free some beautiful and terrifying spirit that could not be called back.

Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow. When I woke up, my pillow was gone.

Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.

I had a dream last night, I was eating a ten pound marshmallow. I woke up this morning and the pillow was gone.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Mmmmm, mmmmm. Crunch crunch crunch. There was someone in my room, someone crouching at the bottom of the bed eating something. Enjoying it too, by the sound of it. Mmmmmm, mmmmm. Crunch, crunch.

If you weren't here, if you didn't live through the changes, if you didn't experience how the streets moved around at night or how people's personalities were subtly altered, if you didn't see the casual cruelty, the cheapening of human life, the way that easy stereotypes take hold of people... If you weren't there, you're never going to understand what it was like.

I began to walk. Not back to my room, but out, instead, out into Dream London. The stars were so heavy that the purple sky bulged in the middle, sagging down to pierce itself on the city spires.

She stared up at the stars and smiled.

across a smiling moon, and

classic single 'Down In The Tube Station at Midnight

He couldn't fight this sadness which came in the middle of the night, this sadness which made you feel that nothing could ever be any good again.

Till den som söker tillflykt hos en som är rädd och svag, nynnar jag en vaggsång mellan natt och dag

Der brænder et lys i natten,/det brænder alene for mig/og puster jeg til det, så flammer det op, og flammer alene for mig. –/Men taler du stille, og hvisker du tyst,/er lyset pludselig mere end lyst/og brænder dybt i mit eget bryst,/– alene for dig. –//

And that night he couldn't sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.

På natten blir det hemska mycket värre än det är.

Kuun noustessa punaiset hämähäkit pariutuvat asumattomilla luodoilla, koko kallio on yhtä ja samaa tiuhaa hämähäkkimattoa, jossa vilisee pieniä, hurmioituneita olioita.

Yes, you're right. One makes a trip by day, but by night one sets out on a journey

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that's a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don't fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything's quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear.