Quotes About Night

The houses that trouble me most are the ones with a lamp on all night and people living inside. I don't look at those lamps and think what a waste of electricity or money they are. It's another waste I see. For every watt that shines in the darkness, I see restless sleepers drifting further and further from their souls.

You have a destination that doesn't include acting like this moment isn't inhabitable, hasn't happened before, and the before isn't part of the now as the night darkens and the time shortens between where we are now and where we are going.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring—not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Rainbows are reflections of raindrops during daytime. Stars are reflections of the beauty of nature during night-time.

Night and day you are the one,Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.

Your kiss at night is the sweetest for sure It allows me to dream of a thousand more.

Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.

If there were no sun, all the stars would not suffice to prevent its being night.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

She comes not when noon is on the roses - Too bright is day. She comes not to the soul till it reposes From work and play. But when night is on the hills, and the great voices Roll in from sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me.

In the morning he would forget all of it—but the night was not yet over. And somewhere in the darkest, iciest low part of it, when even owls and loons were prompted to noiselessness out of either fear or respect, he slipped deeper into sleep, as deep into it as a man could go without losing all chance of coming back. Still, even in the pit of it, he could hear and identify the sound. The rocker, creaking.

Humanity looked in awe upon the beauty and the everlasting duration of creation. The exquisite sky flooded with sunlight. The majesty of the dark night lit by celestial torches as the holy planetary powers trace their paths in the heavens in fixed and steady metre - ordering the growth of things with their secret infusions.

They went for long walks along the Hudson, sometimes well into the night, discussing the natural phenomena around them—tadpoles and constellations, falling leaves and the winds carrying them, the moon's halo and the stag's antlers.

He's looking into the night, in case a shadow comes to listen and look.

The balls were dry as wood, you had to lick and suck at them before they tasted like sour cherries. If you chewed them well, the pit felt very smooth and hot on the tongue. Those night cherries were a happy thing, but they only sharpened our hunger.

If Poe haunted her grave at night as tradition asserts, the nature of his experiences in a dark cemetery with the sound of the night wind through the funereal gratings and tall grave grasses must have been searing to the soul of one who was scarcely more than a boy.

For here now is the age of iron. Never by daytime will there be an end to hard work and pain, nor in the night to weariness, when the gods will send anxieties to trouble us.

Night changed the streets. It dressed them in the mourning clothes named darkness, and applied the makeup called mystery.

Nguy?n v?ng c?a anh là gì?" "?i d??i ánh m?t tr?i. "Kirihara, cu?c s?ng c?a anh ch?ng có quy t?c v?y sao?" "Cu?c ??i anh c? nh? là ?i trong ?êm tr?ng v?y.

Of this bad world the loveliest and the bestHas smiled and said "Good Night," and gone to rest.

To say it was a dark and stormy night would be a gross understatement. It was colder than witch's kiss, wetter than a spring swamp, and blacker than a tax collector's heart. A sane man would have been curled up in front of a fire with a cup of mulled wine and a good boo-, ah, a willing wench.

Anne's lovers are phantom gentlemen, flitting by night with adulterous intent. They come and go by night, unchallenged. They skim over the river like midges, flicker against the dark, their doublets sewn with diamonds. The moon sees them, peering from her hood of bone, and Thames water reflects them, glimmering like fish, like pearls.

Sometimes I'm at stool all night." 507

The moon, as if disgraced, trails rags of black cloud.