Quotes About Night

Like a child, I fear the darkness

The darkness of the night could hide so much. He'd always enjoyed killing in that darkness.

The stars knew what was coming, who was lurking. They always did. They'd seen it all before, countless times, across vast, green oceans and ethereal night skies. They recognizes the tiny, sparkling glow, nearly hidden in the wise old oak tree sprawling above the Roberts-Darlings' backyard. They recognized the crouched, shadowy figures within its branches. The stars weren't the only spectators closely observing Lily, Wendy, and Michael.

The bright side of the planet moves towards darkness and the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, and for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.

How many times I have floated with you, transfixed in the middle of the night, hearing some voice above your horror-stricken church; a cry of grouse, a rustle of the heath were stalking in you and two apples shone on the table or open scissors glittered- and we were alike: apples, scissors, darkness, and I under the same immobile Assyrian, Egyptian, and Roman moon.

All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.

When Nell had undressed and put out the light she opened the window wide and lay looking out at the stars … and presently the moon rose from behind the hill like a great golden ball. Nell's head ached and her heart ached too. She was too unhappy to sleep.

Things always seem worse at night, and any sort of trouble is magnified. The darkness, the stillness, the feeling that everybody else is safely and soundly asleep give rise to feelings of desperation.

I can't remember a thing about it.' 'Och, what a night I've had!' exclaimed poor Maggie. 'There was him lying below and you lying above, and me up and down the stair wondering which of you was the worst and what I ought to do, wondering what kind of queer drug Neil had given you and what like you would be in the morning.

Riggedy riggedy white Come and spend the night We'll play some games Some wild some tame Cause if you will, you might. By, Laberge

If you get a veteran guy that's getting marginal pitches, you know you're in for a tough night and a battle.

New York feels vibrant... It feels electric to walk the streets at night.

I'm very conscious of Miguel Cotto's career... I need to do my part on that night to have victory and create my own legacy in this sport of boxing.

I like Roy Orbison's video for 'I Drove All Night' because it's so literal. It is just a man driving throughout the night. I like that silliness. To be in a video is a ridiculous thing. It's almost impossible to do it without any humour.

I feel like maybe I'm part of that generation that became more of a gamer than a video consumer. It's always been something I've done with my spare time. If I had three hours on a Friday night, I'm not out partying. I'm probably playing video games.

I don't usually wear perfume," Annabelle said. "Mr. Hunt likes the smell of clean skin." "He may prefer Lady of the Night." Annabelle looked appalled. "Is that what this is called?" "It's named after a night-blooming orchid," Lillian explained. "Oh, good," Annabelle said sardonically. "I was afraid that it was named after a harlot.

Don't tell me you don't trust me, Lucinda. For the way I exercised such commendable restraint last night, I deserve a medal, not suspicion.

Isn't it too late at night to begin something like this?" "Not when one has a dire case of imagine-somnia.

Last night was remarkably clear. I looked up at the sky to find the Argo. I'm terrible at constellations. I can never make out any of them except for Orion and his belt. But the longer I stared, the more the sky seemed like an ocean, and then I saw an entire fleet of ships made of stars. A flotilla was anchored at the moon, while others were casting off. I imagined we were on one of those ships, sailing on moonlight.

For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.

It's Tuesday. Friday night is forever away when my brother's missing and that violin is absolutely what my brother was after.

I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.

Late Hours" On summer nights the world moves within earshot on the interstate with its swish and growl, and occasional siren that sends chills through us. Sometimes, on clear, still nights, voices float into our bedroom, lunar and fragmented, as if the sky had let them go long before our birth. In winter we close the windows and read Chekhov, nearly weeping for his world. What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.

I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son, my little root who won't drink milk, little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night, little clock spring newly wet in the fire, little grape, parent to the future wine, a son the fruit of his own son, little father I ransom with my life