Quotes About Night

For hours I lay under my sheet of moonlight. Her voice came through the night, from the light, from the stars.

A full moon falling on the snow lit up the world - who needed electricity?

Their mooncast shadows snagged on potholes in the old parking lot and pulled like black taffy.

In the utter darkness he felt himself to be nothing but ears and fingertips. He could feel Nipper's heartbeat, putt-putting away behind the toothpick ribs like a tiny motor scooter. He could feel the cold, golden gaze of the trophy pigeon two rooms away. The silence of the house at night was not total. Somewhere a clock was ticking. Cricks and creaks came from nearby and distant quarters, as if the house were twitching in a sleep of its own.

And where were you last night?" said Beans. It occurred to Palmer that he had a right to questions of his own. "Where was I ? Where were you ?

each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories

My eyes were scratchy with middle-sleep.

the moon's incurious eye.

This brought a fresh wave of giggling. I couldn't be mad, though. I was too grateful I hadn't lost three kids to Satan on my first night babysitting them.

What he did do was reach the driver's side door and throw a hand up in the air, punching the night sky twice. And under the fuzzy light from the moon, she could see him smile.

College students don't go to bed until at least three. It's a college requirement. You sign a contract when you're accepted.

So that went well. Not that I should have expected better. Inebriated middle-of-the-night calls are sort of destined to fail.

In their silence they continued both to protect me and to punish me. The memory of that night was now the only tie between us, eclipsing everything else.

That night when I went to the bathroom I only pretended to brush my teeth, for I feared that I would somehow rinse the prayer out as well. I wet the brush and rearranged the tube of paste to prevent my parents from asking any questions, and feel asleep with sugar on my tongue.

He looks up at her, and behind her, at the sky, which holds more stars than he ever has seen at one time, crowded together, a mess of dust and gems.

Car horns, shrill and prolonged, blared one after another. Flashing sirens heralded endless emergencies, and a fleet of buses rumbled past, their doors opening and closing with a powerful hiss, throughout the night. The noise was constantly distracting, at times suffocating.

I used to work in a hospital, in a laboratory doing phlebotomy. I was a vampire.

Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will.

Our unconscious is like a vast subterranean factory with intricate machinery that is never idle, where work goes on day and night from the time we are born until the moment of our death.

Quiet night, that brings Best to the labourer, is the outlaw's day, In which he rises early to do wrong, And when his work is ended dares not sleep.

I don't work at night. I'm not very good about working at night. I get tired during the day and I usually like to save my nights to try things out recording.

I like to work at night.

In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.

At night numbers must sleep; it is their duty, just as it is their duty to work in the daytime. Not sleeping at night is a criminal offense.