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Quotes About Wee hours

He looks like he sucked the bottle dry about three in the morning and then stayed awake another hour or two to whistle into it.
~ Richard Russo
It is the wee hours of the morning, ma petite . The room service menu is somewhat limited. Jason has donated blood twice to me tonight; he needed protein. Jean-Claude smiled. It was either take-out, or he could eat Larry. I thought you'd prefer take-out.
~ Laurell K. Hamilton
At three in the morning the blood runs slow and thick, and slumber is heavy. The soul either sleeps in blessed ignorance of such an hour or gazes about itself in utter despair. There is no middle ground
~ Stephen King
The tour life definitely puts strains on your body, not just because of the dancing but because of the fact that you are traveling into the wee hours of the day, getting up early, going to sound check - just the grueling process of it all.
~ Harry Shum, Jr.
Love and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist.
~ Daniel Woodrell
And, like the rest of America, Paradise slept: well past the wee hours, to the break of Sunday dawn. Across the city, across the county, one hundred and eighty-eight thousand lives lay down together in isolated slumber, unconsciously intertwined. And not a one of them ever even saw it coming.
~ Unknown
The workroom radio, tuned to FM 88.9, emitted Muddy Waters's throaty warbling. A rez station, WOJB did its best to hit every level of musical taste. Absolute bite-ya-in-the-ass blues was aired only during the wee hours. Tracker's favorite time and music.
~ Unknown
In the wee hours, Lavender chauffeured us again, this time to the Muthaiga Country Club, to a square room lit with a single crystal lamp. A broad bed swam with chenille. Jock
~ Paula McLain