Quotes About Night

Can so much really happen in a night? The song was never really over, but now I have the ending—I don't know how I'll phrase it, but it will involve our returning, it will take in the strange pink light and the Sunday-morning quiet. Because this is us, and the song is her, and this time I'm going to use her name. Norah Norah Norah—no rhymes, really. Just truth.

boundbydad: and, so you meanwhile, no bid saturday night plans? more quality time with mom? grayscale: you, my dear, are my saturday night plans. boundbydad: i'm honored.

Do they sleep? I want to know...am I the only one who doesn't sleep?

But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it on you.

We were walking home late from a bar—and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble—and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

Sinto uma ternura por essas conversas noturnas e vulneráveis, pelo modo com que as palavras assumem uma forma diferente no ar quando não há luz no quarto. Penso nas raras noites de sorte quando terminei o dia na casa de um amigo ou dividindo o quarto com um irmão ou amigo o qual gostava de verdade. Essas conversas me faziam acreditar que eu podia dizer qualquer coisa, mesmo quando estava escondendo tanto

She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, you're disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem." Excerpt From: David Levithan. "The Lover's Dictionary." iBooks.

But one night I was just so wired from being with Tris that I had to stay up until I turned the evening into a song.

Therefore he understands the grief which troubles your fainting heart, and enters into all your distresses while you are bewailing yourself and lamenting that you cry in the day time and the Lord hears not, and that in the night season you plead in vain.

He stumbled and told the truth one night: workers had lost protections under WorkChoices.

God's promises are like the stars; the darker the night the brighter they shine.

A week after my drugs ran out, I left my bed to perform at the college, deciding at the last minute to skip both the doughnut toss and the march of the headless plush toys. Instead, I just heated up a skillet of plastic soldiers, poured a milkshake over my head and called it a night.

The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.

Listen, you might want to pack a few of your things together before going to bed. The former bishop of Turkey will be coming tonight along with six to eight black men. They might put some candy in your shoes, they might stuff you into a sack and take you to Spain, or they might just pretend to kick you. We don't know for sure, but we want you to be prepared.

The last time I was up at five was because I hadn't gone to bed yet.

February 13, 1989 Chicago Tonight at Barbara's Bookstore, Tobias Wolff read from his new memoir, This Boy's Life.

The Midnight Dance of the Universal Desk Sergeant, a performance that is somehow the same whether the precinct house is in Boston or Biloxi. Was there ever a desk sergeant who didn't peer out over reading glasses? Was there ever a desk man who wanted to be bothered with police work at three in the morning? Was any station house desk ever manned by anything but aging civil servants, six months from their pensions, whose every movement seemed slower than death itself?

Fat flakes of snow fell like silent, feathery ghosts in the windless sub-arctic night beyond the window.

Like an eye, the moon follows us wherever we go.

Carpe Deim, Carpe Noctem.

In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.

The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.

A short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse