Quotes About Night

Ich habe erzählt, wie ich mit Timanris die Nacht in meinem Malzimmer verbrachte. Möchtest du wissen, was wir alles getan haben - außer zu malen. Und wie oft, alter Alb?" - Sinthoras

Ich habe mich nie nachts im Wald gefürchtet, während ich in der Stadt immer ängstlich war. Warum das so war, weiß ich nicht, wahrscheinlich weil ich nie daran dachte, daß ich auch im Wald auf Menschen treffen konnte

The moon moved in so close she eavesdropped on us.

In my lands night is where people to evil to enemies they call friends in the day. It's when sihrs and jinns come play, and people scheme and plot. Children grow to fear it because they think there be monsters . They build a whole thing about it, about night and dark and even the colour black, which is not even a colour here. Not here. Here evil has no qualm with striking at noon. But it leaves night beautiful in look and cool of feel.

I laugh because me been dancing with shadow in the dawn and in the night. Even in broad, bright daylight we searching for the dark.

Day was for discipline; night, chaos. Day was for white gloves and skirts below the knee, night was for goat blood on black skin. Day was for stiff lips and Bible verse; night was for an orgy of one with a green banana as her incubus.

Not that I even cared for company. Certainly not these people. But I spend most of my days alone, and my nights with people I never wish to see in the morning. I will admit, at least to my darkest soul, that there was nothing worse to be than in the middle of many souls, even souls you might know, and still be lonely. I have spoken of this before. Men I have met and women too, surrounded by what they think is love and yet are the loneliest in all the ten and three worlds.

It was a fine night for treachery - dark with a pale moon rising.

One-third to one-half of humanity are said to go to bed hungry every night. In the Old Stone Age the fraction must have been much smaller. This is the era of hunger unprecedented. Now, in the time of the greatest technical power, is starvation an institution. Reverse another venerable formula: the amount of hunger increases relatively and absolutely with the evolution of culture.

And my love follows you though the skyless night of the street, like the memory of a dog you once had that died.

At the back door she lifted her jacket from its hook and left the house. The air smelled good and she breathed it in deeply. The Creator, after all, gave us the magic of crickets singing in the darkness, soft nights and sighing trees, universal skies with their messages of stars.

I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's. His hair was perfect.

He hadn't said Tremaine was crazy either. He gave the impression that he was used to being pulled out of a sound sleep to humor people in the middle of a cold night... "Maybe that's why I love him," Tremaine thought, lifting an ironic brow at herself. Then she processed that thought. "I do what?

We are living history," I told my mother breathlessly one night after the radio had been turned off and we sat in complete silence. "I could do with a little less history, thank you," she replied crisply and returned to mending some socks.

The night around them had become thick with blue shadows and unnatural breezes, and the sounds of scavengers and lost things. There were scurrying movements and distant dogs barking, the shouts of faraway humans using indistinguishable words. It sounded like neither the city nor the country to Kit. It sounded like a long way from home.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that ... Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these man and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams."

On a cold night, it's tempting to curl up by the fireside with a good mystery—and rather more pleasurable than indulging in endless online shopping.

Research is the name given the crystal formed when the night's worry is added to the day's sweat.

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy.

Shortly before midnight General de Castries' situation report to FTNV stressed the lack of reserves, the terrible fatigue of all his units, and his absolute need for a complete and solid battalion to be parachuted on the following night if GONO was to survive. By dawn the night would have cost him 331 men killed and missing and 168 wounded – the equivalent of a battalion.

Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. William Blake, 1757-1827, 'Auguries of Innocence

I was halfway between my home and the cookhouse when a mist of cloud began to creep across the early-risen moon. It darkened the ground enough that I did not see a small depression, and I stumbled. Immedietly I was steadied by some force I could not see, and then, as if the coming night clotted into a visible personage, I perceived that Lord Death was beside me.

Tell me what it is like to die," I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. "You experience something similar every day," he said softly. "It is as familiar to you as bread and butter." "Yes," I said. "It is like every night when I fall asleep." "No. It is like every morning when you wake up.

Dawn tore at the seam of night, pulling the blackness back a little farther with each passing minute.