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Quotes About Night

Watch little by little the night turn around. Echoes in the house; want to go up, dare not. A glow behind the screen; wish to go through, cannot. It would hurt too much, to see the swallow on her hairpin. Truly shame me, to see the phoenix in her mirror. To Hengtang I return at dawn Fading like light on a jewelled saddle.
~ Madeleine Thien
We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.
~ Madeline Miller
I could have told him more, of the dreams that left me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scraped my throat as I swallowed them down. The way the stars turned and turned through the night above my unsleeping eyes.
~ Madeline Miller
As it turned out, I did kill pigs that night after all.
~ Madeline Miller
Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun, and the moon paced her weary course.
~ Madeline Miller
Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.
~ Madeline Miller
Above us, the constellations spun, and the moon paved her weary course.
~ Madeline Miller
It was dark, and there was only a little moon, which I took to mean that the goddess, if she existed, smiled on me.
~ Madeline Miller
Death's Brother is the name that poets give to sleep
~ Madeline Miller
As it turns out, I did kill pigs that night after all
~ Madeline Miller
Se ausentaba a la última hora de la noche o a primera hora de la mañana, cuando todos dormían en palacio, y regresaba con las mejillas enrojecidas y oliendo a mar.
~ Madeline Miller
I turned all my firewood to cedar so that its scent would fill my halls each night.
~ Madeline Miller
That night we camped on the shore of a flourishing green land. Around their fires, the men were tense and quiet, muffled by dread. I could hear their whispers, the wine sloshing as they passed it. No man wanted to lie awake imagining tomorrow.
~ Madeline Miller
All the little gods of irony must whoop and weep and roll on the floors of Olympus when they tune in on the night thoughts of a truly fatuous male.
~ John D. MacDonald
In the sense of movement a boat is a living thing. It is a companion in the night. Each boat has its own manner and character." Travis McGee, 1985
~ John D. MacDonald
He chuckled and pulled himself to his feet. "End of session, McGee. Good night and good luck." At the door he turned and said, "I'll have you checked out, of course. Just for the hell of it. I'm a careful and inquisitive man.
~ John D. MacDonald
Saturday night. Buddy Dow, hired skipper of a big lunker owned by an insurance company in Atlanta, had enlisted two recruits and was despairingly in need of more.
~ John D. MacDonald
And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
~ John Donne
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
~ John Fowles
I did not pray for her, because prayer has no efficacy; I did not cry for her, or for myself, because only extroverts cry twice; but I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her.
~ John Fowles
Under the silver nailparing of a moon. I felt, though without any melancholy at all, that sense of existential solitude, the being and being alone in a universe, that still nights sometimes give.
~ John Fowles
Oricum, de cum m-am trezit din somn am început s? am idei mai rezonabile. AÈ™a sunt eu: seara la culcare nu v?d decât partea neagr? a lucrurilor È™i m? trezesc cu idei diferite dimineaÈ›a.
~ John Fowles
Once the runoff comes down in a normal year, the online readout from the gauging stations forms a gentle wave: up slightly at night as the day's snowmelt reaches the gauge and down slightly during the day to reflect the cold, high-elevation nights. It looks like the slow heartbeat of a large animal at rest, disturbed only by the occasional thunderstorm.
~ John Gierach
I had a long night, too much to drink, too much to eat, a rather nasty cigar, and I slept on the porch like a dead man until a really big cat pounced on my chest at three in the morning and scared the hell out of me. How was I to know it was his rocker?
~ John Grisham