Quotes About Night

by the boats in the harbor. What else would you like to know?" "You plan to keep him tomorrow night?" "I get thirty-six hours, once a month. That's 9:00 a.m. tomorrow until 9:00 p.m. Sunday. Do the math. It's not that complicated." The waiter pops in to

Well, in my defense, I was walking the floor at three this morning with her latest child. I think it's a girl. What's her name?

Who is the guy with the busted nose? And how can you use people who are so blatantly stupid? They make a late-night stop at a country store, park not in the shadows but directly in front, just begging to get themselves on surveillance, and

though it is painful. I would prefer to sit here all afternoon and throughout the night, just waiting for my little boy to appear and ask, "Where's my boat?" It is the last place he saw his father. If he's just lost

At 1:00 a.m., they were in the Welsh pub again, having drinks and talking opera and football.

said that Mary "had done an extraordinary and unexampled thing on the night of the murder

When she was denied entry at Inverness, she lodged for the night in the town

A little after two in the morning, a bright flash lit the sky, followed by a huge explosion.

Night coming tenderly Black like me.

It is amazing to me, now, how such wild imaginings and philosophies - inspired by a night charged with frights and calamities - made such perfectly good sense to Owen Meany and me, but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.

If Garp was going to play lacrosse, Jenny thought, where would he go? Not out, because it's dark; he'd lose the ball.

That Christmastime night, all Mr. Lockley could manage to direct to Elaine was a minimally cordial bow—as if he were saying the unutterable, "Good evening, knocked-up faculty daughter. How are you managing now, you smelly little slut?

Good night you Kings of New England. You Princes of Maine. Who knows what book this quote comes from?

what other sort of woman would be out at that time by herself?

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

Softly the breezes from the forest came, Softly they blew aside the taper's flame; Clear was the song from Philomel's far bower; Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower; Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet's tone; Lovely the moon in ether, all alone: Sweet too, the converse of these happy mortals, As that of busy spirits when the portals Are closing in the west; or that soft humming We hear around when Hesperus is coming. Sweet be their sleep.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

What is this world's delight, Lightening that mocks the night, Brief as even as bright

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take: From something of material sublime, Rather than shadow our own soul's day-time In the dark void of night. For in the world We jostle, - but my flag is not unfurl'd...

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move my heart so potently?

Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne