Quotes About Night

And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.

It was the most important night of my life,' he said calmly. 'It enabled me to do what I've always wanted most.' 'Which is?' 'To live without thinking.

It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars.

And though in the clockless, temperature-controlled casino night, words like 'day' and 'Christmas' were fairly meaningless constructs, 'happiness,' amidst the loudly clinked glasses, didn't seem quite such a doomed or fatal idea.

IN THE NIGHT, I woke up wailing. The worst thing about the explosion was how I carried it in my body—the heat, the bone-jar and slam of it. In my dreams, there was always a light way out and a dark way out. I had to go the dark way, because the bright way was hot and flickering with fire. But the dark way was where the bodies were.

it was a clear night, with crickets and a million stars

I don't know where Henry was. Probably looking at the moon and reciting some poem from the T'ang Dynasty.

But if you close the door… the night could last forever…

The shock of first seeing a birch tree at night, rising up in the dark as cool and slim as a ghost. And the nights, bigger than imagining: black and gusty and enormous, disordered and wild with stars.

As the night wore on (phosphorescent in the streetlamps, violet city midnights that never quite faded to black) I turned from side to side, the low ceiling over the bunk pressing down on me so heavily that sometimes I woke convinced I was lying underneath the bed instead of on top of it.

When I walked home at night, things got white around the edges and it seemed I had no past, no memories, that I had been on this exact stretch of luminous, hissing road forever

It was a beautiful night, full moon, the meadow like silver and the housefronts throwing square black shadows sharp as cutouts on the grass.

Now I know why they say Lincoln's ghost walks around up here at night," President Truman chuckled. "He's just looking for his bed.

Peace, and not riches, had been the great legacy which He had left with the eleven the night before His crucifixion.

Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.

Another old friend who came to pay his respects [to the recently elected Urban VIII] and collect his reward was Buonarroti, who, like Strozzi, judged the new court guilty of excess. "Music always and always poetry / music and poetry morning and night / music in every time and season." "I would rather hear frogs sing.

La nuit froide est un frisson sur sa peau, la nuit brille dans l'obsidienne de ses yeux, la nuit fourmille de lumières, d'étoiles, de feux rouges, de noms au néon magnifique et étrangers, de noms dangereux, de noms qui rugissent du fond de la vie»

Ils étaient les hommes et les femmes du sable, du vent, de la lumière, de la nuit. Ils étaient apparus, comme dans un rêve, en haut d'une dune, comme s'ils étaient nés du ciel sans nuages.

There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass.

The LORD will command His loving kindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me--A prayer to the God of my life. -Psalm 42:8

It reminded him of the hot-and-heavy days at the height of Iraq's insurgency. They would hit a house, roll up some bad guys, and exploit the intel gained from the site. Within the hour, they'd be hitting another house down the road based on the information they'd gleaned. It would go on and on like that, house after house, night after night as they dismantled the enemy's network.

He turned to pull the door closed and the warm air from the hall rushed through the narrow opening again. As he saw the yellow paper, the pencil flying, scooped off the desk and, unimpeded by the glassless window, sail out into the night and out of his life, Tom Benecke burst into laughter and then closed the door behind him.

The Abandoned Valley" Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

The rain and the smell of night pulled at me. Confused me.) Everything means a choice, she had said, getting one thing and losing one. The love still held me, but all at once I could, despite the rain, admit to myself what I really wanted was this clarity.