Quotes About Night

I'm a computer freak. I'm on the Internet every night. Sometimes I play dungeons and dragons with 15-year-old boys who think I'm a 15-year-old boy with a weird vocabulary.

I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence/ Started not to give a f- and stop fearing the consequence/ Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments.

One needs confidence in the morning and courage at night.

Old age is that night of life as night is the old age of day. Still night is full of magnificence and for many it is more brilliant than the day.

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.

No one, at night, really believes he'll live forever.

Death rock me asleep.

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

So what's on the agenda for tonight? (Danger) Migraine, futility, possible death. Same as every night, I guess. (Alexion)

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived— what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

Chickens are brave till the foxes come at night; mortals are courageous till the death comes at twilight.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride In her sepulchre there by the sea — In her tomb by the side of the sea.