Quotes About Night

I guess I just got carried away with the night, with being there. I didn't want to think about home or real life.

How crazy, how thrilling that your whole life trajectory can change in just one night. I've always been scared of change, but right now I didn't feel that way. I feel excited. I'm seeing now what a privilege it is, to be excited about where I'm going.

Nunca me he arrepentido, ni por un segundo. ¿Cómo puedes lamentar una de las mejores noches de tu vida? No lo haces. Recuerdas cada palabra, cada mirada. Incluso cuando duele, sigues recordando.

Starlight, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish not to cry.

and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it's only in the black of the night you see the stars.

After lights out Charlie and Fidelio went to the bathroom

That night on TV, I saw the tattoo I wished my life had warranted. If you have not known suffering, love me. A Russian murderer beat me to it.

A soul was like a worm in an apple, my mother told me. Sometimes you went your whole life without knowing you had one and then suddenly it appeared. In Africa, the soul has the same shape as the body but cannot be seen. At night, it travels through the world while a person dreams. But it returns to the body the moment a sleeping person is touched.

A sparrow's heart beats four hundred and sixty times a minute. A man's, just seventy-eight. But sometimes, at night, my heart approached sparrow speed. This happened when the darkness crept into my bed and wrapped itself around my feet.

Ben se ha quedado despierto hasta muy tarde afilando los lápices que ha encontrado debajo del sofá. Ha guardado los más bonitos para mí. Me gusta llevarlos en la mochila. Sobre todo, este lápiz rojo que creía que ya no iba a volver.

From old habits the night always instilled in her a sense of imminent adventure. Those who slept by day walked the endless tunnel of the night. The stoned drag-queen collapsed in an alley, the tormented somnambuist who kept walking until dawn, the revenant, the fugitive, the vagrant, the nocturnal gathering of those consigned to the sulphur-blaze of the pit. She had known them all; the desperate, the hunted, the wolf slaking its thirst at a limed water-hole.

When I rise in the morning and go to sleep at night, I will think of you, O King. For you are great and powerful and majestic and full of splendor. The entire kingdom is yours. Truly you are lifted high above everything.

Houston has its largest crowd of the night here this evening.

I feel most ministers who claim they've heard God's voice are eating too much pizza before they go to bed at night, and it's really an intestinal disorder, not a revelation.

My biggest pet peeve are just girls who go to sports bars who have no intention on caring what teams are playing, like they're looking for just a night out. That drives me more crazy than anything else. Like, don't pretend to be a sports fan.

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

All cats are the same in the dark, says the proverb. But it certainly did not apply to people, with them it was just the opposite. During the day they were all alike, running in their well-defined ways. At night they changed beyond recognition.

La noche, cobijo la tarde amarilla. Sus ojos tristes, miraron al final del callejón.

Caminaba por un sendero solitario en una noche sin estrellas

They had wrung their hands over his dangerous conflations, his fervor, and his lack of humanity. But Freddy Lederer's account was something new to Marianne. She lay in bed that night and knew Connie was right. Hitler must die.

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.

Night is nature's protest against the leprosy of civilization, Gottfried. No decent man can withstand it for long. He begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and unconscious life.

To be alone—the eternal refrain of life. It wasn't better or worse than anything else. One talked too much about it. One was always and never alone. A violin, suddenly—somewhere out of a twilight—in a garden on the hills around Budapest. The heavy scent of chestnuts. The wind. And dreams crouched on one's shoulders like young owls, their eyes becoming lighter in the dusk. A night that never became night. The hour when all women were beautiful.