Quotes About Night

It was already dark and the city was drifting like a bed of seaweed towards the lighted cafés of the upper town.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

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.

I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine

The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag.

Ever since that night I've been on the road Travelling and trying to forget That awful night I lost all my friends I see their faces yet.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.

There are so many stars shining in the sky, so many beautiful things winking at you, but when Venus comes out, all the others are waned, they are pushed to the background.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

Clouds are like boogers hanging on the nostrils of the moon.

Thought is only a flash between two long nights, but this flash is everything.

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.

And Shanghai is amazing. I'm a fan of science fiction so when you're there in the night with all the lights and all this modernity, it's like a set in a movie.

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

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

The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.

Sometimes in my tent, last at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping, against the sky.

Twice the size of a full grown man, with four muscular arms, it was his worst nightmare on steroids. -The Hyperscape Project

Staring at the blue sky causes insomnia to occur in the human.