Quotes About Night

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.

The solution "cost me study that robbed me of rest for an entire night."

I'm kind of an insomniac and watch TV late at night.

I'm not a late-night guy.

Being under the lights makes any race track that much better.

No, I always sleep with the lights off.

As any female executive with a family knows, you're making mental lists all through the night. You're often not sure you've managed to sleep at all.

Lucknow University looks amazing all lit up during night time.

I have the luxury of having the choice to perform and go up on stage every night.

Where I live, it's better to write in the morning because the night is really, really, really dark, and I do believe you'd go mad if you weren't asleep for most of it.

You need to be able to maintain a healthy voice and fit body to be able to give performances in a big theatre night after night.

On the night before we were married, all of the anxiety in the world came down upon me.

One of the stars came unstuck from the firmament and darted in a white streak down the sky...Michael was stalking the star with soft steps, both arms out to catch it.

Don't think of night as the absence of day; think of it as a kind of freedom. Turned away from our sun, we see the dawning of far flung galaxies. We are no longer sun blinded to the star coated universe we inhabit.

Antonina woke in the night to help midwife an animal like a giraffe (always tricky because the mother gives birth standing up, the calf falls headfirst, and the mother doesn't want help anyway). This

I build your robust image, knowing nothing of the woman   whose heart you rent, if your conscience scolds, or regret bites,   the frets, the dreams you dream awake, the sirens that rouse you in the night.

No one can hold you to a decision made in the middle of the night.

I made a resolution to telephone my mother the next day, but it was a safe resolution; no one can hold you to a decision made in middle of the night.And then my spine sent me an alarm. A presence. Here. Now. At my side.

It was not the sun, but the moonlight that shimmered in the garden, edging the leaves with silver and touching the outlines of the statuary figures.

Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead...she was now too exhausted to sleep -- and too heartbroken to weep.

As is well known, when the moon hours lenghten, human beings come adrift from the regularity of their mechanical clocks. They nod at noon, dream in waking hours, open their eyes wide to the pitch-black night. It is a time of magic. And as the borders between night and day stretch to their thinnest, so too do the borders between worlds.

when the moon hours lengthen, human beings come adrift from the regularity of their mechanical clocks. They nod at noon, dream in waking hours, open their eyes wide to the pitch-black night. It is a time of magic. And as the borders between night and day stretch to their thinnest, so too do the borders between worlds. Dreams and stories merge with lived experience, the dead and the living brush against each other in their comings and goings, the past and the present touch and overlap.

The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours.