Quotes About Night

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Tillworkers, thieves and housewives, all enshrined in sleep, unable to look round; night vagrants, prisoners on dream-bail, children without parents, free-trading, changing, disembodied, blind dreamers of every kind; even corpses, creeping disconsolate with tiny mouths, not knowing, still in tears, still in their own small separate atmospheres, rubbing the mould from their wet hands and feet and lovers in mid-flight all sank like a feather falls, not quite in full possession of their weight.

cold nights without streetlights walking to the sea perhaps

Except for the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in continuous, undefined mass.

All around me, the night lived its secret life.

In an instant between sleep and wakefulness, an instant outside the bounds of time, that gave the sensation of being eternal, the sounds of night, like slippery fishes passing through the mesh of a net, registered themselves on Zennouba's hearing, filtering gradually into her awakening consciousness:

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

I would not like to pass another night in the open, even with Maerad the Unpredictable to protect us; and my head is sore as a bear's.

And it isn't doing a thing to them. You get that, don't you? They're going on with their night, drinking champagne, toasting their award-winner. They don't think they've done anything wrong, and they never will. They see themselves as the victims. They see him as the victim.

High above, the oracle of the moon rose in the watchful night.

That evening the men worked late to finish and I raked the fields in the dusk with Alison, stopping to pick the dog-roses which were like white stars in the hedges, then hastening after my sister. Dumbledores boomed as they struck our dresses, a hedgehog walked in the path, and we could hear the barking of a fox in the wood. Night

Let us drink. Why wait for the lighting of the lamps? Night is a hair's breadth away. Take down the great goblets from the shelf, dear friend, for the son of Semele and Zeus gave us wine to forget our pains. Mix two parts water, one wine, and let us empty the dripping cups—urgently.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fixangelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

You're not going to believe this, but I had a crazy dream last night.

There are many ways a self-respecting (not to mention sane) teenage girl might react to having a teenage boy suddenly in her bedroom in the middle of the night. Hit. Panic. Flail. Freeze.

Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can't see them. I just see you.

I didn't move; I just waited out the night. The school was quiet around me, and I let the silence calm my heartbreak, lull me into a sleepless trance as I stared past my reflection in the dark glass, and whispered, "Happy birthday, Daddy.

It was a nearly starless sky. Black clouds hung heavy overhead, blocking out the moon.

Fallen Angel?" "Maybe," Kat answered, looking to the sky. "But even on a night with no moon, that inner courtyard is awfully small to risk someone seeing you or your parachute. And no one builds guard towers if they aren't going to fill them with guards.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

El cielo está a la vista durante buena parte del día, y, en la noche, las estrellas, con la cercanía familiar que las distingue en la zona ecuatorial, despiden esa aura protectora, vigilante, que nos llena de sosiego al darnos la certeza, fugaz, si se quiere, pero presente en el reparador trecho nocturno, de que las cosas siguen su curso con la fatal regularidad que sostiene a los hijos del tiempo, a las criaturas sumisas al destino, a nosotros los hombres.

We said it really wasn't very late, that we were listening to him with growing interest. The bottle of bourbon was empty. I brought another, along with more ice, and we asked the Gaviero to continue his story. On summer nights in California, time stretches like an elastic, compliant material, perfect for hearing the confidences of someone who had a store of tales that could lead us from one marvel to another until dawn.