Quotes About Night

Shake it 'til the moon becomes the sun.

I was just finishing up my drink then I was off to get the night bus.' Carol grinned. 'Your sophistication never ceases to amaze me. What's wrong with a taxi?' 'You get a better class of nutter on the night bus. I blend in perfectly

Deux heures de l'après-midi est prosaïque, presque vulgaire; mais deux heures du matin est un aventurier qui s'enfonce dans l'inconnu. Et cet inconnu, c'est trois heures du matin, le pôle nocturne, le continent mystérieux du temps. On en fait le tour; et si on croit l'avoir traversé jamais, on se trompe, car bientôt quatre heures du matin arrive sans que vous ayez surpris le secret de la nuit. Et le petit jour strie déjà les volets de ses baguettes bleues parallèles.

It's a marvelous night for a moondance!

and you want us to love one another you can shape me from my ashes from the debris of my guffawing from my leftover tedium you can gorgeous you can seize me by the hair of forgetting embrace my night in an empty shirt kiss my echo well you dont know how to love

Concentrating your protein intake in the latter part of the day will maximize muscle regeneration in the evening and through the night.

and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.

Mopping is day work, don't you know that?" I said, "This swill hole doesn't know the difference between night and day. I hardly do myself anymore. All I have to do to wake up broad is lie down and close my eyes. Then it's like a bell goes off in my head and I jump up and grab a broom or a mop and start swinging. Even in the middle of the night I do that sometimes.

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand? Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light. There you go . . . That was easy!

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?

For most of us, it is our fears and regrets which define the people we become; it is our fears which come back in the night, like ghosts, and which terrorise our lives. It is our regrets which interfere with our ambitions so that instead of looking forward we are forever peering over our shoulders at the past. Caleb and Bunty were so occupied with tomorrow that they never had time for yesterday. They had interests and enthusiasms galore.

Inner guidance is heard like soft music in the night by those who have learned to listen.

In the deepest nights words left behind or asleep may find their connections. In scattered papers, who knows or forgets them? Someday perhaps they'll resonate—who knows?— in a few sympathetic hearts.

Meanwhile, the night orbits in peace, graceful, lovely, having slipped her moorings, leaving the space unmarked, able to orbit, to curve firmly, until she sinks into the sweet clarity now pearling, the cushion of grasses where she will fall, gleaming from mysterious strokings, polished, glittering, mistress of surfaces.

Worries are the most stubborn habits in the world. Even after a poor man has won a huge lottery prize, he will still for months wake up in the night with a start, worrying about food and rent.

Neither ventured on that fragile word--love. Together they glided into the vortex of their night of love. They went from an embrace to whispered talk, from whispering to sleep and dreams, from dreams to more embraces. These two had come together from the ends of the world to meet for a few hours in the hotel bed of Room No. 68 where so many had slept before them ...

If what remained of the night had a scent, it'd be heavy ash and cheap perfume. If it had weight, it'd be a hangover. If it had emotion, it'd be regret.

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.

The clouds, — the only birds that never sleep.

Kiril Roublev glissa, à longues enjambées sur ses skis, jusqu'à a la station suivante, le long de bois silencieux où l'obscurité semblait naître à ras de terre ainsi qu'une brume insaisissable. Un mince croissant de lune bleu terriblement effilé, épousant la forme d'une gorge idéale, monta dans la nuit. Roublev pensa: Vilaine lune. La peur vient tout à fait comme la nuit.

It does not matter how sternly you tell yourself that the crippling paranoia of the small hours of the night is due solely to body chemistry. You still feel absolutely miserable.

You cannot appreciate the beauty of the sky at night without these five shining lights.

Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?