Quotes About Night

she gave thanks to the images of the stars for the joy she had had of the night, when the constellations shone in their myriad majesty, and moved like an army dresses in silver mail, marching from unknown victories to conquer in distant wars. She praised those bright reflections shimmering down in the pool.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

History is made at night. Character is what you are in the dark.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

Some men are daylight readers, who peruse the ambiguous wording of clouds or the individual letter shapes of wandering birds. Some, like myself, are librarians of the night, whose ephemeral documents consist of root-inscribed bones or whatever rustles in the thickets upon solitary walks.

The night and the streets were ours and the future lay sparkling ahead. And we thought we would know each other forever.

Coyotes began yipping, their chorus of cries echoing into the distant Marble mountains.

At that moment she heard from the room beyond the terrifying noises by means of which primitive man once warned away the creatures skulking near his cave at night. She crept closer to the door and listened. It was true. Mr. Demowery was snoring.

And so, as the stars came out, Miles took up his basket and made his way in the moonlight to the river, to the place where he'd hidden the little boat. It was gone. No great surprise, really. The region was notorious. Why shouldn't someone steal his boat? He'd return the favor and steal someone else's. Tomorrow. Tonight, though, he wanted a proper dinner. He set about fashioning a fishing line.

Ease your whiskers, rest your paws, Pies and puddings fill the stores Sweetly dream the night away Till sunshine brings another day

For it was there, among the fanciful beasts, under all the glimmering stars in the clear night sky, and amidst a sprinkling of pink rose petals that the Duke and Duchess of Belmore made magic.

All that is to say that the dark is our friend, and this is precisely what it was invented for. Most of us spend most of our time in the daylight, however, so it behooves us to get to the gym.

Calories, Emily said on a sigh. The evil tiny creatures that live in my closet and sew my clothes a little tighter every night.

Days turn to night. The ocean tide drifts in and out. And I want you, Tara. Damn you, but I do. I always have.

We made it an early night," she said. "Because of your dress?" "Oh my God," she snapped and brushed past him, shoulder-checking him as she went through the living room ahead of him. "You're impossible. I don't know why I even try to have a conversation with you." He had no idea, either. He was a complete asshole.

You kissed me last night." There was no denying that. "I did." "And if I were to return the favor?" his asked, voice low and husky. Her eyes locked on his mouth. "It would probably be the polite thing to do.

Have you ever been approached by a grim-looking man, carrying a naked sword with a blade about ten miles long in his hand, in the middle of the night, beneath the stars on the shores of Lake Michigan? If you have, seek professional help. If you have not, then believe you me, it can scare the bejeezus out of you.

There's power in the night. There's terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear....

Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. For my next trick, I panted into the startled silence, anvils.

Oh, I get it, I said. You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?

Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.

What is this thing you speak of, 'sleep'?

The energy of night was far different than that of the daylight—not inherently evil, but wilder, more dangerous, more unpredictable.

You may never know a night's peace again. Knowledge is power, young man. Power to do good and power to do harm. Some knowledge can hurt. Some can kill.