Quotes About Night

People in their houses at night. These ordinary lives. Passing without their knowing it. Bid hoped to recapture something. The officer stared at him. The precious ordinary.

I'm talking about getting through the night, she says. And lying warm in bed, companionably. Lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst. Don't you think? Yes. I think so, he says. Our souls at night

Mi chiedevo se ti andrebbe qualche volta di venire a dormire da me. Cosa? In che senso? Nel senso che siamo tutti e due soli. Ce ne stiamo per conto nostro da troppo tempo. Da anni. Io mi sento sola. Penso che anche tu lo sia. Mi chiedevo se ti andrebbe di venire a dormire da me, la notte. E parlare. Sto parlando di attraversare la notte insieme. Le notti sono la cosa peggiore, non trovi?

I got up and left the house and drove out in the country, the stars were all shining and there were the farmlights and yardlights all looking blue in the dark. Everything looking normal, except nothing was normal anymore, everything was at some kind of cliff's edge, and late that night I came back.

People in their houses at night. These ordinary lives. Passing without their knowing it. He'd hoped to recapture something. The officer stared at him. The precious ordinary.

Dance with me. This night and the rest of our nights, for as long as the divine light shines in the evening skies. For as long as we live beneath it.

The poor lass had been wounded and banished from heaven, threatened by a demon, and groped by a vampire, all in one night.

Gregori snorted. "If he's a real Scotsman, he's going commando." "Really?" With a grin, Wilson walked over to his workstation. "So tell me, are you a real Scotsman?" He grabbed a blow dryer. " 'Cause I feel a breeze coming on." Dougal groaned. It was going to be a long night.

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the suns themselves begin to die.

He slept and no dreams came to him, his mind sinking into emptiness, the night devoid of shocks, of the heaving fishhook pulls on his heart, like lines tautening sharply against distant catches.

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.

There will be no floating waway. There will be no other reality tonight.

We'd each roll to our side of the bed and let our own savior take us away. Soraya's was sleep. Mine, as always, was a book.

In the middle of the night, when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.

I want to scream again, and I remember that last time I felt this way, riding with Baba in the tank of the fuel truck, buried in the dark with other refugees. I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my leg blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away. There will be no other reality tonight.

Kulihat peri kecil muram Di keteduhan pohon kertas. Kumengenal peri kecil muram Yang tertiup angin suatu malam.

Nul ne pourrais compter les lunes qui luisent sur ses toits Ni les mille soleils splendides qui se cachent derrière ses murs.

Él ha creado el cielo y la tierra con la verdad; Él hace que la noche se cierna sobre el día y que el día venza a la noche; Él ha creado el sol y la luna, supeditados el uno al otro, ambos sucediéndose tras el período que tienen asignado: porque sin duda Él es el Todopoderoso, Él es el que todo lo perdona.»

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

One Sikh may argue with one Sikh. One Sikh must never argue with two Sikhs–certainly not after dark.

A full moon hung across the heavens like a pregnant belly.

Go to sleep, baby, Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiment so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.