Quotes About Night

i St ep into the not merely immeasurable into the mightily alive the dear beautiful eternal night

Have you ever gazed up into the infinity of space on a clear night, awestruck by the absolute stillness and inconceivable vastness of

Day had now given away to night and as we wandered along the great avenue lighted by the two moons of Barsoom, and with Earth looking down upon us out of her luminous green eye, it seemed that we were alone in the universe, and I, at least, was content that it should be so.

On the way home that night he purchased a steam yacht, and built a million-dollar villa on the Black Sea.

room after the tragedy, had put out the light. And during the night you heard no sound whatever. Miss Ellerslie? Forgive me for repeating my questions to you, but I am trying to recall any sound which may have reached your ears during your wakeful hours, but which you dismissed from your thoughts as of no significance

But at sunset the clouds gathered again, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us layer by layer.

Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.

She lay for a long time listening to the mysterious sounds given forth by old houses at night, the undefinable creakings, rustlings, and sighings, which would have frightened Virginia had she remained awake, but which sounded to Nan like the long murmur of the past breaking on the shores of a sleeping world.

he plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate

plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

But that had been out-of-doors, under the open irresponsible night. Now, in the warm lamplit room, with all its ancient implications of conformity and order, she seemed infinitely farther away from him and more unapproachable.

He was amused by their 'ass stories' ( histoires de cul ) told over morning coffee at noon about their exploits the night before.

four of us slept in the one bed, two at the bottom and two at the top. All of us tossed and turned and raved in our sleep.

When they answered the bell on that wild winter night. There was no one expected - and no one in sight.

It was twilight and the stars were quite evident in the sky. The moon, still low, was behind Skiffington and only Barnum could see it.

That night, I slept hugging my secret.

The Great White Way.

Mais c'est faire un pacte avec le diable, car il perd son âme, celui qui veut être religieusement aimé. Elles m'ont obligé à feindre la méchanceté, je ne leur pardonnerai jamais ! Mais que faire ? J'avais besoin d'elles, si belles quand elles dorment, besoin de leurs adorables gestes de pédéraste, besoin de leurs pudeurs, si vite suivies d'étonnantes docilités dans la pénombre des nuits, car rien ne les surprend ni ne les effraie qui soit service d'amour.

In an instant, the pup's trustful friendliness was gone. The man had come on the Place, at dead of night, and had struck him. That must be paid for! Never would the pup forget,—his agonizing lesson that night intruders are not to be trusted or even to be tolerated. Within a single second, he had graduated from a little friend of all the world, into a vigilant watchdog.

Be laborious," it says, "like the Star, and procure the light of the Sages, and hide yourself from the Stupid Profane and the Ambitious, and be like the Owl, which sees only by night, and hides itself from treacherous curiosity.

Night doesn't fall for my eyes But my idea of the night is that it falls for my eyes. Beyond my thinking and having any thoughts The night falls concretely And the shining of stars exists like it had weight.

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.... The various qualities of my readings seem to permeate my every muscle, so that when I finally decide to turn off the library light, I carry into my sleep the voices and the movements of the book I've just closed.

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.

But at night, when the library lamps are lit, the outside world disappears and nothing but the space of books remains in existence.