Quotes About Night

In lower Manhattan there is an improbable point where Waverly Place intersects Waverly Place. It was there that I met Veronica, on a snowy, windy night.

As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light.

On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Light yourself a candle bright. I'll you, if you will me invite To dance within that gentle light.

By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again...

On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park....

She rolls onto her back and looks up at the dark ceiling, at the tiny speck of orange light leaking through the curtains from the streetlamp outside, and she tries to decide. "Are

The summer nights are so endless, so open and dark. A summer night is like a different country, or a museum after the crowds have all gone and the lights are off. In the distance, so quiet, like the sound of a record playing before the music starts, comes a hint of thunder.

Humming softly with the child asleep in his arms, Sardus Swift looked to the winking stars and saw the moon - a smirk on the face of heaven - as he made his way home.

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

De Lacey: It is night in the Garden of Eden. Do you see the moon? Creature: There. There it is. De Lacey: Describe it to me. Creature: Solitary.

I saw it written and I saw it sayPink moon is on its wayAnd none of you stand so tallPink moon's gonna get you all.

Somethin' about that night time made it real conducive to playin' blues

If you don't sleep, you don't dream.

Even in the moonlight you'll glitter like barrow wights. They'll see you coming from a mile away.

As I moved past the big houses shrouded by dripping trees I fought the urge to look over my shoulder. Looking back would frighten her. I told myself there was nothing unusual about a woman walking the streets at midnight-I did it-but my hindbrain was stirring.

In Atlanta at one o'clock on a Thursday morning I would have had downtown to myself, but Seattle's center flickered with flashes of restless, contradictory life.

Hild stepped forward so the moon caught her face, thin and pale.

Ninety feet over my head the canopy of ash and white basswood shivered the constant mountain breeze; it was never quiet, not even at night. I stood for a while and just listened.

She fell into a waking dream and on clear nights walked for miles on the world and in the woods.

Between her bleeding days, at the waxing of the moon, her senses opened like a night lily.

Hild held Begu's hand, because Begu hadn't been walking this path for years and at night the world was different. Smells, sounds, shapes loomed from the shadow and were gone, moonlight turnd the shadows sharp and sleep. It was a bleached world of bone and stone and tin where magic walked.

At this time of night, anything was possible.

She withdrew to the shadows and began the long walk back under a twist of stars.

Maybe when I come home at night I want comfort and the smell of coffee and to feel safe. For the first time, I understood something about Dornan before he did.