Quotes About Night

He buckled his seat belt, which he always did because he never knew when he would need to ramp something. He made the engine growl and told the headlights to fuck the night.

It was a warm night for the end of March. Walt had left the front door to the ice-cream parlor open when he went out after supper to gossip with the old men down at Darly Stidger's Store. And yet it was not spring, although winter was dead and the moon was sickly with the neitherness of the time between those seasons: those last few weeks before the cries of the green frogs would rise in stitching clamor from the river shores and meadow bogs.

It was as if, within that still winter night's vastness a strange soft-feathered bird of passage had come to beat its hopeless wings against the windows of her heart.

Always remember that night is the absence of light rather than the presence of darkness

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.

Bavaria, September 1889 You must not go into the forest at night," the innkeeper warned, his voice trembling with fear. "Something dangerous walks there in the darkness." He carried on in this vein for some time as I applied myself to a stein of Weissbier

Sleep had crept in, and after a little while, she came for me too.

You must not go into the forest at night," the innkeeper warned, his voice trembling with fear. "Something dangerous walks there in the darkness.

It was entirely possible that Lorenzo's companion that dreadful night was still at large, killing Beatrice to protect himself, eliminating her before she could eliminate him. Or her, I realised with a start. I turned feverishly through the pages again until I came to the sketches of the missing bones from Lorenzo's fossil. And I knew precisely where I had seen them before.

There are no words to touch it for conjuring. It is the beginning of blooming roses and ripening corn, of days that stretch on, reaching for midnight until the spangled blue velvet of night descends and beginning again before cockcrow, when the dew jewels the grass like diamonds scattered while the earth slumbers.

In the middle of the night I am awakened by a sound. I sit up abruptly in bed. I hear it again. It's music. Wait, it sounds like the ice cream man, in our house. Is this some kind of twisted nightmare? The flipping ice cream man, breaking in to chop us all up in our beds to the tune of 'Zippity Do Dah'?... My heart slows. I remember. There is no psycho ice cream man here. It is just our new musical soap dispenser...

Have you worked here long?" Sebastian asks. Just a few months," I say. "Do you come here a lot?" As if you don't know, Jade. I used to come every day, or, you know, when I could, I'd bring Bo after work. Or just myself." At night sometimes. You'd climb the fence. You'd watch the stars. You'd tilt back your head and look at the sky. You'd think it over, whatever it was.

The night smelled like blackberry leaves and the ocean's nearness, something sweet and deep and full.

What came next wasn't exactly silence, because although it was quiet, a thousand things were being said. I hated that part about an unhappy household--that feeling of being perched and listening, the way an animal must feel at night in the dark, assessing danger.

That night, after we turned out the light, the red digital numbers of the bedside clock stared me down. I tried to ignore it, but of all household objects, bedside clocks are the most insistent, more than beeping refrigerators and door alarms, more than kitchen timers and even blaring radios. It's the strong silent types that get you.

back of that woman's dress that night

The night is what allows us to see the stars. Darkness is nothing less than a thousand sunlights.

Blinking, twinkling, burning brightAre all the stars that light the night.Dippers, Ursa's and Orion too, But don't forget the star in you.

Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.

In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.

The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.

It is wonderful to dance with the moon under the twinkling starlight!

When I look at the moon, I can only see your joyful smile.

On a silent moonlit night look at the sky and see yourself dancing with those distant twinkling stars.