Quotes About Night

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Sorry you're too old to stay out past 10:00 p.m. on your birthday.

Hoping you dance the night away or at least watch other people dance late into the night, or at least stay awake...

I'm a teenager. I have a messy room. I spend most of my time online. I go to bed late and I'm crazy about one person.

If I could take a star out of the sky every time you made me smile, the whole night sky would be in my hands.

Dreaming of you makes my nights worth while, just thinking of you makes me smile. Being with you is the best thing ever and loving you is what I'll do forever...

Nothing sounds better than a midnight picnic under the stars with you.

No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night.

You're the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep and the first thing I think about as the sun rises in the morning.

Last night I looked up and matched each star with a reason why I love you; I was doing great, until I ran out of stars.

The agony and overwhelming sadness of being alone... Where nights seem to last forever and tears just keep streaming down my face.

Nights are sometimes the worst part of a day! You lay awake on your bed staring at the ceiling and relive each and every happy memory of that painful past...You wish that those people, who meant the world to you, would come back once again and turn your life into that happy fairytale again..But, just then a teardrop rolls down your eyes and make you realize that they are all false hopes!

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

Death is the night sky, the background against which the fleeting fireworks of life are displayed, an empty stage upon which the drama of life is played.

Lords of spirit, Lords of breath, Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, Who will keep the world from death?Who will stop the coming night?Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight.

You don't need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.

Night gets its own way in the end. The torches go out, the fire burns down to its internal organs, and the hall is charcoal and darkness.His mind shrinks as the heat dies, a ticking ember.

Death's brother, sleep.