Quotes About Night

I know I could love you because at the end of the night I do not want to sleep and risk not meeting you in dreams. Open-eyed, I lie in bed and pretend to see you step toward me to end what has become too quiet, too dark, ever after dawn. from "I Know I Could Love You

Our city hobgoblins Infest my home at night

Two last telling details from that congressional inquiry: Mrs. Grinder testified that she witnessed Lewis crawling outside, begging for water, in the moonlight. I have examined records of the phases of the moon for that year: there was no moon that night.

and the night temperature had not dipped below eighty,

I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies of my lupine brethren wooed me into a deep and cleansing sleep.

I do readings at the public library. I just did a benefit scene night for my old acting teacher.

I am fond of the sound of horses in the night. The lifting of feet. Stamping. The clicking of their iron shoes against rock. They mouth one anothers withers and rear and squeal and whirl and shuffle and cough and stand and snort. There is the combined rumblings of each individual gut. They sound larger than they are. The air tastes of horses, ripples as though come alive with their good-hearted strength and stamina.

The graves grow deeper. The dead are more dead each night. Under the elms and the rain of leaves, The graves grow deeper. The dark folds of the wind Cover the ground. The night is cold. The leaves are swept against the stones. The dead are more dead each night. A starless dark embraces them. Their faces dim. We cannot remember them Clearly enough. We never will.

Snowfall" Watching snow cover the ground, cover itself, cover everything that is not you, you see it is the downward drift of light upon the sound of air sweeping away the air, it is the fall of moments into moments, the burial of sleep, the down of winter, the negative of night.

I]t was the way The ruined moonlight fell across her hair, It was that, and it was more. — Mark Strand, from section II of "What It Was," Blizzard of One: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)

It became a pattern over the course of the following weeks. Every few days, two, three, or sometimes four travelers would ring the bell at Casa Alpina. Pino would lead them out in the wee hours of the morning, climbing by what light the moon offered, and using the carbide miner's lamp only during cloud cover and the dark of the moon. On these trips, after handing over his charges to Bergstrom, he went to the shepherd's hut

In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race — never quite sane in the night.

What a dog I got. Last night he went on the paper four times - three while I was reading it.

Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!

When a puppy takes fifty catnaps in the course of the day, he cannot always be expected to sleep the night through.

It's funny how when you're up so late at night for so long your mind can get into these creative places, the kind of creative places that come to you when you're halfway between asleep and awake.

Last night on the show I had Olympics fever. Unfortunately, it's getting worse. That's not good. I have to call my doctor if my torch burns for more than four hours.

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it.

I am, he thought dimly, watching a vampire take a piss.

Let come the forces of night! We will stand!" "We will get the hell out of here is what we will do, " I muttered.

Seven smirked as he walked back over to me. "I gave you catharsis last night. Twice.

I don't like sleeping in the dark jungle by myself.Ren

When you paint late at night, drinking beer or wine or both, you gotta be very careful to watch what you are doing...

Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, stars. Goodnight planets, comets and... Mars. Yes, even you, Mars. And not only for the sake of the rhyme.