Quotes About Night

I would know that in any city, at an hour like this, there are people sleeping. That most people are sleeping. But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there are a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it's here that we need to be. That if we are living as we were this week, that we had to be awake with the people who were still dancing.

I prefer the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it's more bare, more hollow. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so—this has always been my dream—so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while the children sleep.

I feel like a parent whose children prefer to stay inside and watch TV. The father pleads, It's a beautiful day. Why don't you go play outside? In this case, I feel like pleading, It's a completely spooky night. Forget the loud music--come outside and have a blood sacrifice or something! There's a full moon! (Jonathan Ames, Middle-American Gothic)

Did you ever think that perhaps our minds are delicately calibrated between the known and the unknown? That our souls need the mysteries of night and the clarity of day?

I love the night. Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. It's dark and silent in the house, but if I listen close, I hear the beat beat beat of my heart. I hear the creak and crack of the house. I hear my mum breathing gently in her sleep in the room next door.

My name is Mina and I like the night. Everything is possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

What was?' said Dad. She crinkled her face up, like she was embarrassed. 'Well,' she said. 'I was lying here last night, tossing and turning. Kept getting up to look at her. Kept dropping off to sleep. And the strangest of dreams …' 'And … ?' said Dad. 'And I saw this man, that's all. Another dream, though

I feel the thinness of me, the littleness of me, and the vastness and the weirdness of me. I become the darkness all around, I become the night. Tomorrow I will be a different Davie, and I will be the day.

He rose, placed another small log on the fire, sat back down in his armchair, and opened his book. What are you reading? Reggie asked. On a wild night like this? Agatha Christie, of course. I still feel compelled to see if Hercule Poirot's 'little gray cells' will do their job one more time. It seems to often inspire my own brain, however inferior it might be to the diminutive Belgian's.

room. It was four a.m. and he had not yet been to sleep.

The car had been returned to the impoundment lot where Luther had "borrowed" it earlier that night. The plate would get them nowhere

Sorry if I interrupted your baking." Bond waved this off. "I was already done. The loaf's out of the oven now. It's one of my few pleasures left. I bake at all hours of the day and night.

He stood and watched the night push itself into the bar and the light push it back out.

Ordinary men live in fear all the time. Didn't you know that? We're afraid of the weather, we're afraid of powerful men, we're afraid of the night and the monsters that lurk in the dark, we're afraid of growing old and of dying. Sometimes we're even afraid of living. Ordinary men are afraid almost every minute of their lives.

The stars were better company anyway. They were very beautiful, and they almost never snored.

But in time the night, as all nights must, came to an end, and the morning dawned clear and bright.

Ordinary men live in fear all the time. Didn't you know that? We're afraid of the weather, we're afraid of powerful men, we're afraid of the night and the monsters that lurk in the dark, we're afraid of growing old and of dying. Sometimes we're even afraid of living. Ordinary men are afraid almost every minute of their lives.

La luna si levò sopra la prateria e sembrava succhiare via tutti i colori dal paesaggio circostante; adesso tutto appariva diverso. I cespugli lungo il letto asciutto non erano verdi ma neri e avevano un che di minaccioso.

morning is the soul's night.

I like the fans' sound at night. Do you? It's like somebody big far away goes like: it'sOKit'sOKit'sOKit'sOK, over and over. From very far away.

There is something about a mass-market Luxury Cruise that's unbearably sad. Like most unbearably sad things, it seems incredibly elusive and complex in its causes and simple in its effect: on board the Nadir—especially at night—I felt despair. The wor's overused and banalified now, despair, but it's a serious word, and I'm using it seriously.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic.' 'I give.' 'You get somebody who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

It is like Swinburne sat down on his soul's darkest night and designed an organized sport.

Some of the stars seemed to flutter, others to burn with more steadiness.