Quotes About Midnight

Weren't they one of those one-hit wonder bands, like Dexys Midnight Runners and shit?" "Dexys weren't one-hit wonders back home. They were a good band. That fucking 'Come On Eileen' shit was not what they were all about.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do?

Long after midnight when you park, and stand Just for a moment in the chromium wash, Sometimes it seems that, some way off, Between the river and the tower belt, say, The roofs show black on pomegranate red As if, below that line, they stood on fire.

Dreams out of the ivory gate, and visions before midnight. —SIR THOMAS BROWNE,

NOEL: And even when I don't stay up until midnight, I still enjoy the tradition of New Year's resolutions. What can I say? I like setting personal goals and challenging myself to improve. I suppose I could do it on any day of the year, but the New Year is as good a day as any. It's a fresh start.

MOLLY: You don't like New Years Eve? Are you insane? It's literally the best holiday ever. You just party all night and it doesn't matter what stupid stuff you do because the year's over and you get a brand new start in the morning.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

A stall selling cloaks in all the colours of the sky, from the first blush of dawn to deep as midnight and spangled with stars.

To Cam surprise, she was smiling up at him steadily, her eyes midnight. His expression turned quizzical. "What's so amus­ing?" Amelia toyed with a button on his coat. "I was just thinking . . . tonight those two old hens will probably go to their beds, cold and alone." An impish grin curved her lips. "Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.

Okay, Shane, Agnes said as Brenda's clock gonged midnight. I got Joey in the kitchen, a cop in the front hall, a dead body in the basement, and you in my bedroom. Where do you want to start?

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

It has been a good while since 12:00am held much attraction for me beyond being a perfectly lovely time to be ensconced in the comfort of my own home, sitting in my underpants, contentedly worrying about something.

But as midnight inevitably came and went without the horsemen of the apocalypse making an appearance, Clara surprised herself by falling into a melancholy. For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt—something is gained but something is lost.

A la una de la mañana la ligera indigestión había desaparecido, y como pasa fatalmente con todos los matrimonios jóvenes que se han amado intensamente, una vez siquiera, la reconciliación llegó, tanto más efusiva cuanto hiriente fueron los agravios.

Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal: "Behold, I come."

At the stroke of midnight as my childhood ended, I prayed and cried in a pool of moonlight to the listener who knows All, for my mission to actualise and thus, my eternal duty begins.

He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. "Perhaps I'll appear at your window one midnight," he whispered, "to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.

The glittering light of eight chandeliers was reflected in her upturned eyes, filling them with tiny sparks that made the blue irises look like a starry summer midnight. She was staring at him with an intensity that she had never shown before, as if she yearned for something she might never have. The look disquieted him, eliciting a powerful need to satisfy her in any way possible. Whatever she might have asked him for in that moment, he would have given without a qualm.

We say goodbye, and I finish the precautionary email to myself. If I'm never heard from again, someone will eventually check there. Midnight Tuesday evening. I'm going four doors down from the Edisto cottage to talk to Trent Turner about something involving Grandma Judy. Should be back in an hour or so. Leaving this message just in case. It feels dorky, but I send it anyway before slipping out the door.

As we passed under a streetlamp I noticed, beside my own bobbing shadow, another great, leaping grotesquerie that had an uncanny suggestion of the frog world about it . . . judging from the shadow, it was soaring higher and more gaily than myself. 'Very well,' you will say, 'Why didn't you turn around. That would be the scientific thing to do.' But let me tell you it is not done ? not on an empty road at midnight.

our heads, the little globes which hold the midnight sky and the shining, invisible universes of thought, have been taken about as much for granted as the growth of a yellow pumpkin in the fall.

It was the world of the abyss, supposedly as lifeless as the earth's first midnight.