Quotes About Night

I did not want to spend the night on the lonely plain. I was afraid of ten thousand ghosts, and of the ogres and goblins that dwelled in the forest around it. The murmur of a stream sounded to me like the voice of the water spirit, and every time a fox barked or an owl hooted I came awake, my pulse racing.

Coloqué mi cuchillo junto al colchón y me introduje bajo la manta sin molestarme siquiera en quitarme la ropa.

When she thought of that long night, it was like remembering an extraordinarily tough match where she'd prevailed. Except there was no trophy or applause. The only recognition you got for surviving a night like that came from other mothers. Only they understood the epic nature of your trivial achievements.

Ever since she'd been living alone, she'd gone to bed with the television on; the comforting banality of the murmuring voices and flickering images warded off the feeling of terror that could sometimes overwhelm her.

They had made love for the first time just the other night at his place. The children were with her mother. (The night before she hit her head.) It was beautiful. Well, okay, it was awkward. (For example, he seemed to think he should lick her toes. Where had he got such an idea? It tickled unbearably, and she accidentally kicked him in the nose.)

That doesn't sound like a school trivia night," said Mrs. Patty Ponder to Marie Antoinette. "That sounds like a riot." The cat didn't respond. She was dozing on the couch and found school trivia nights to be trivial.

In my headlamp the dogs looked like ghosts, glistening with frost and half obscured in a cloud of their own frozen breaths. The clinking of the hardware on the collars and harnesses made music in the quite of the night.

Cats are fond of mooning.

They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.

I spend the night that way, passing through layers of anxiety, humiliation, and despair. Somewhere close to dawn I lose some consciousness. It isn't sleep exactly, but I have to think of it as sleep because it's all I ever get anymore.

Lots of sex tonight,' she said. 'The men are a bit threatened by the stones, apparently. The night of the minyana they need to be reassured that their women still want them.' 'Reassure away.

On clear nights the stars pierce a million holes in the darkness.

While I'm drinking, the phone rings. If you are listening for it, the phone is always ringing at Iris. People call day and night for reservations. Sometimes they're looking for a table for that night. Sometimes it's for a year form now. People are crazy in their planning. How do they know where they will be living next year or if they will even be alive? I'm too superstitious to make plans like that.

I thought Nell would go to bed then, but she followed me to the back of the house, where I was planning to make a cup of tea and think of where I could take them to find a decent tribe.

The attic of your beautiful throat is laced with owl and cobweb. Night sings north, the need of winter. Look up and know what will become of us is stars.

I am safe. For one night at least. Safe, moored to this man.

I had to ask myself, why I was sensing a twinge of something that felt suspiciously like nostalgia. But starlight can do that to a person.

Remembering, in Spanish, means to pass something through the heart again, and now all the years are going through his heart again as he tries to turn away from the ocean. But he hears it and he knows it is out there. Some sleepless nights he goes out. But this night in his sleep he says, "Oh, look at all those beautiful life rafts.

When the sun dipped behind the wall of trees, we lay down and the white night swallowed us. It has been night ever since.

We managed to make a good night of it, in the desperate way people do when the choice is between dogged survival or sliding under the morass.

I love to be scared. I'm currently reading Colson Whitehead's Zone One, right?--?last night I thought, okay, I'll stop at the next section break and go to sleep. Only the next section break began in an old farmhouse in Northampton. As I was reading the book in an old farmhouse in Northampton, I kept going for a few more pages.

When you're Dead ... you stay up all night long.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming, the moon's gonna owe it one

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.