Quotes About Night

There you are,' Cardan says as I take my place beside him. 'How has the night been going for you? Mine has been full of dull conversations about how my head is going to find itself on a spike.

And yet it had happened. A window had been left open to the night, and a vampire had crawled through.

I can see the sea that encircles the island and beyond it, the bright lights of human cities and towns through the ever-present mist. I have never looked directly from our world in to theirs. Locke puts his hand against my back, between my shoulder blades. 'At night, the human world looks as though it's full of fallen stars.

Overhead, I hear the trilling of birds calling to one another as they roost for the night and see glowing lights kindle in hollow knotholes as sprites come awake.

We walk, fading stars overhead, brine in the air.

The idea that I can untangle everything seems as impossible as spinning straw in to gold, but each night I stay awake until the sun is high in the sky, trying my hardest to do just that.

At night, the human world looks as though it's full of fallen stars.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Taryn and she had a faerie lover who came to her at night. He was generous and adoring, but visited only in the dark. He asked for two things: one, for her to keep their meetings secret, and two, never to look upon his face fully. And so, night after night she took delight in him but, after some time had passed, wondered what his secret could be.

They're fickle as cats and twice as cruel. You know the tales. They'll steal your heart if you let them and if you don't, they'll curse you for your good sense. They're night things—spirits—and don't care for the day. They don't like gold, either. It reminds them of the sun.

I crouch in the hollow beneath the tree, looking up at the spangled sky and the bright scythe of a moon.

But when I think of the night he was shot at, the night he did coin tricks, I cant help recalling him gazing up from my bed, intoxicated and disturbingly intoxicating. Page 157

She was giddy with night air, burning like the white-hot moon. Everything smelled wet and feral like it did before a thunderstorm, and she wanted to run, swift and eager, beyond the edge of what she could see.

Papery moths fly above our heads, circling up as though tragically drawn to the light of the stars.

The gown is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," I say to her, as I can pay no other way without insult. It has been a long time since I have been given a gift, barbed though it may be. "It does feel as though it might come from a dream." That makes Habetrot's cheeks pink. "Good. Maybe you will come back and tell me how the Prince of Sunlight liked the Queen of Night.

Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.

Devilish rogues, the newspapers," said Claparon. "Monsieur, the newspapers do all the mischief. They are useful sometimes, but they keep me awake many a night. I wish they didn't. I have put my eyes out reading and ciphering.

One night Death left his card. I was not familiar with the name he chose, but the black mourning edge was deep. I flung it back. A thousand awakenings of violence visited me then.

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night it was.... In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed, But at last drunkenness overtook us.

Here it is night: I stay at the Summit Temple. Here I can touch the stars with my hand. I dare not speak aloud in the silence For fear of disturbing the dwellers of Heaven.

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon. I lower my head and think of home.

THOUGHTS ON A STILL NIGHT Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon, I lower my head and think of home.

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night it was . . . . In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed, But at last drunkenness overtook us; And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain, The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet

I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.

I do believe at the end of the night when you're with your family, the character gets hung up on the door like a coat, and is there to be taken on the next morning.