Quotes About Night

There is no more time, the gray cat is sleeping on the gutter morning noon and night.

I want to go home at night and feel discomfort.

Five full trains to load. Thirty-nine cars each. And as he watched his cart, his crates, his own personal points of light loaded into the first car, on the first train, he let himself exhale. And then mute, held up by equal parts grief and wonder, he stood witness through all the hours it took the collection to arrive. Nineteen thousand, five hundred fifty-seven crates. One at a time. All night long.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

She can't catch on to slumber, the relief of oblivion.

But, along with the street lamp, everything breathes deceit. It lies all the time, this Nevsky Prospect, but most of all at the time when night heaves its dense mass upon it and sets off the white and pale yellow walls of the houses, when the whole city turns into a rumbling and brilliance, myriads of carriages tumble from the bridges, postillions shout and bounce on their horses, and the devil himself lights the lamps only so as to show everything not as it really looks.

What the . . . Look, Panas, the moon's gone." "So it is," kum agreed phlegmatically. "Right, and you just accept it, like that's the way it should be?" "Well, what else can I do about it?" "What devil has done this to the moon, I want to know? May he never have a shot of vodka in the morning,

It was like a flash of lightning amidst the dark of night, when for some reason you suddenly see an extraordinary multitude of things at once: the bed canopy, the folding screen, the window, the canary fluttering on its perch, and a glass with a silver spoon in it and spots of magnesium on its handle. It is probably the quality of fear to have big eyes.

Il quitta la rue Mercière, l'estomac calé, satisfait d'avoir rempli sa mission. Arrivé sur la place des Célestins, à quelques pas de l'hôtel, il lâcha un rot caverneux, libérant u petit nuage de vapeur parfumé à l'oignon qui s'envola dans la fraîcheur de la nuit.

An echo from the past when, innocent We looked upon the present with delight And doubted not the future would be kinder And never knew the loneliness of night.

The sky is dense with light, so many stars crowded against one another, it looks like the night is too small for them. How will they get out? I imagine they will hold hands to become morning.

Nothing good happens on the road after midnight. There are too many bad drivers out there.

The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.

So there was a new breed of adventurers, urban adventurers who drifted out at night looking for action with a black man's code to fit their facts. The hipster had absorbed the existentialist synapses of the Negro, and for practical purpose could be considered a white Negro.

Oh draw at my heart, love, Draw till I'm gone, That, fallen asleep, I Still may love on. I feel the flow of Death's youth-giving flood To balsam and ether Transform my blood -- I live all the daytime In faith and in might And in holy fire I die every night.

But even more heavenly than the flashing stars are those infinite eyes which the night opens within us, and which see further even than the palest of those innumerable hosts.

Light had its allotted time; but timeless and infinite is the reign of the night ? the duration of sleep eternal.

I live all the daytime In faith and in might And in holy fire I die every night.

Holy sleep, do not so seldom bring happiness to the night's beloved in this earthly labour of the day.

Who does not love to wander at twilight, when the light of day and the deep shades of night mingle together in deep coloring?

More heavenly than those flashing stars seem to us the endless eyes that the night opens up within us.

Ama geceye sad?k kal?r Gizli yüre?im Ve gecenin k?z? olan Yarat?c? sevgiye. Gösterebilir misin bana Sonras?z sad?k bir yürek? Senin güne?inin Sevgi dolu gözleri var m? Beni tan?yabilen?

S]ince I became a woman, boys were gonna follow me around more often, 'cause they could follow the trail of stars that fall from between my legs after dark.

This was one night she would see all the stars and the moon as the sun rose, when there was that peculiar mingling of past and tomorrows, when the sun glanced cross the sky to the moon hoverin over the telephone wires, and everyone else was ignorant of the powers of light and the dark.