Quotes About Night

And for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

night, and besides, was ably helped by brave comrades." "The comrades he speaks of," Ivor said, "were too busy

Y durante lo que se me antojó una eternidad seguimos allí de pie, en lo alto de aquel campo, sin decir nada, abrazándonos, mientras el viento soplaba contra nosotros y nos tiraba de la ropa, y seguimos aferrándonos el uno al otro como si fuera la única manera de impedir que nos arrastrara al fondo de la noche.

Rimanemmo così, sulla sommità di quel campo, per quello che ci sembrò un tempo infinito, abbracciati senza dire una parola, mentre il vento non smetteva di soffiarci contro, e sembrava strapparci i vestiti di dosso; per un istante fu come se ci tenessimo stretti l'uno all'altra, perché quello era l'unico modo per non essere spazzati via nella notte.

I realised, of course, that other people used these roads; but that night, it seemed to me these dark byways of the country existed just for the likes of us, while the big glittering motorways with their huge signs and super cafés were for everyone else.

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

Perfect night, wasn't it? It could have been. I smiled up at him. But you were there.

I hear voices. A shout. A laugh. Clay's laugh. I strained to see through the night. Fog had rolled in from Lake Ontario, but I could hear him laughing. The concrete turned to grass. The fog wasn't from the lake, but from a pond. Our pond. I was at Stonehaven, bounding through the back acres. Clay was running ahead of me.

Yes, you're sleeping in my apartment," I said. "On my sofa. It was an exciting night, but not that exciting. I'd really hope you'd remember if it had been.

Night was her time. The Keeper. Bond-mate of the cat. Protector of the night. Daughter of the moon.

I'll keep it in my bedside drawer, in case I'm woken in the middle of the night and mistake the cat for an intruder. An honest accident." "You're not shooting the cat. It would leave a mess.

He turned, a stray slip of moonlight illuminating a sliver of his face, blue eyes glowing almost preternaturally in the darkness.

Tell me half a cup's worth of story and we'll call it a night.

I searched the darkness. "I'm over here." I spun to see Rafe on the edge of the clearing. He stepped back, hands raised. "That was a warning, so I wouldn't spook you." A wry smile. "Not much chance of that, I suppose, finding me outside your house at two in the morning.

But what had really happened tonight? With the cougar, it was obviously adrenaline with a chaser of shock, and maybe a little post-traumatic stress thrown in for good measure.

Yes, I had another wild encounter last night," I said as we walked toward the entrance. "Really?" "That's not what you wanted to talk to me about?" "No." "Damn.

I stayed up there for about ten minutes, straining for any sign of light, even the flicker of headlights on a distant road. Then I climbed back down. "It's dark," I said, after I leaped to the ground. "Um, yeah," Sam said. "It's night. How the hell you expected to see anything--" She stopped as she realized what I was really saying. "Oh.

It's night in the Free People's World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, ... between the pages of their enchanted novels.

We'll see, Grigori thought as he drifted off to sleep. Brave words came easily in the dark. Daylight might tell a different story.

Elizabeth's true attitude was probably that of someone who hears two drunks fighting in the street at night: it did not matter who won so long as neither tried to get into the house.

There was a monastery on the far side of the town. The monks had a way of measuring the hours of the night: they made big, graduated candles that told the time as they burned down. One hour before dawn they would ring the bell, then get up to chant their service of Matins.

Solo se permitía el lujo de sentirse triste unos pocos minutos cada noche antes de dormirse

Time's glory is to calm contending kings To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light To stamp the seal of time in aged things To wake the morn and sentinel the night To wrong the wronger till he render right To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours And smear with dust their glittering golden towers

and dances at night. Daisy greeted the people she knew, which was