Night Quotes - Page 6

Birth our night into day
And bathe it clean,
So that beloved things can glow
Together in a litter of light.

Man asks and God replies but we don't understand his replies because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night?
A: Because you know I will never answer.

Make a wish," said Indigo.
Rose made a wish and then asked, "Why?"
"That's what I always do. Wish on the moving ones."
"Does it matter how fast they move?"
"I don't think so."
"Can you wish on airplanes, too?"
"Oh, yes.

Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.

Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. thats all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids-just as I am doing now-and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day.

At night I dream of things I scoff at by day.

Don’t let your dreams be forsaken by the starry nights

I had a dream about you, I had come home late at night and you were on the couch with your arms raised as if you were reaching for the sky when I asked what you were doing, you replied "Getting better reception on the TV" I am now convinced you are an alien.

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
and silently steal away.

And I played music through the night, alone, echoing through the halls. My life, alive through note.

I've never really understood why people sleep. Wasting a third of your life and becoming vulnerable for almost 8 hours every night. Doesn't seem very appealing to me.

It’s not easy to kill; it’s not supposed to be. If it is, then there’s something wrong with you. But sometimes good people have to do unpleasant things just so we can come home at night to our kids.

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.

Bijli fails in the dead of night / Won’t help to call “I need a light” / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and you just cant see / Is this illusion or KESC / You’re in Karachi now