About The Night Quotes

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

The more I like a book, the more reluctant I am to turn the page. Lovers, even book lovers, tend to cling. No one-night stands or "reads" for them.

I heard one cry in the night, and I heard one laugh afterwards. If I cannot forget that, I shall not be able to sleep again.

I was 18 when I started. I was hanging out with some friends and they asked if I had tried stand-up before. I hadn't, but I thought: 'What the hell?' So I went to an open mic night, and I liked it.

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?

There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed Dolly Parton was my mother and I was a bottle baby.

Whatever man loves, that is his god. For he carries it in his heart; he goes about with it night and day; he sleeps and wakes with it, be it what it may - wealth or self, pleasure or renown.

We should never forget that after every night, there is a dawn. We should never lose our optimistic faith.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

I've always written at night - my working day for years was around 9pm to 2am - though I do keep more regular hours these days.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

'Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight.

It sounds crazy, but I promise you it's true; wearing red lipstick really can change the course of a night out

The quality of a survival kit is determined how much it can help you when you need to sleep. If you can sleep well at night, you have it made. It should also assist you in meeting your water needs.

Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.

The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.

It follows from the assumption of a universally valid ideology, just as night follows day, that other positions are heresy.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

But the warriors true, the brave of heart Who valiently upheld the right They are raised on high to the velvet sky Bringing light to the darkness of night

I've realized that most of my best ideas have followed a good night's sleep.

The months before my son was born, I used to yell from night to morn, 'Whatever it is, I'm against it! No matter what it is or who commenced it, I'm against it!'

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.

Last night I fell asleep in a satellite dish. My dreams were broadcast all over the world.

But most of all, the train that kept rollin' all night long of rock n' roll you cannot kill. It will live forever.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

Every night in sleep God takes away all your troubles to show you that you are not a mortal being; you are spirit.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.

Time can't be managed. I merely manage activities. Each night, I write down on a sheet of paper a list of the things I have to accomplish the next day. And when I wake up ... I do them.

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

Ever since I got married I've been thinking night and day about whose fault it was, and every time I think about it, out comes a new fault to eat up the old one; but always there's a fault left.

I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night. And have one with me wandering.

If we knew we were to die at twelve o'clock tomorrow night, would we have to step up our evangelistic program, or could we in all good conscience carry on just as we are?

I was an overnight success all right, but 30 years is a long, long night.

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.

Unless your campaign has a big idea, it will pass like a ship in the night.

Even when you feel as though everything is 100% it can still go wrong on the night (like in Melbourne!) so you never know for sure that you're going to do the performance you expect.

I don't know where life's going, but soon it will be gone. I hope the wind that's blowing helps me carry on. Turn on the radio, baby listen to my song. Turn on the night light baby, I'm gone.

What a dog I got. Last night he went on the paper four times - three while I was reading it.

One of the biggest challenges in my job is letting go of the movie once you go home at night, and knowing you can't do anything to your performance once you've laid it on film.

Day after day, night after night, my life at home is far from bright, but even home has more variety, than I can find in cafe society.

In the theatre, the actor is in total control. The director wasn't in the house last night, the designer wasn't there, the author's dead. It's just us and the audience.

I can remember my first one-night stand like it was yesterday. Well, maybe not the first. Or the second... or the fifth. I'll just begin with what I can remember and not concern myself with order.

How can I think of leaving Liverpool after a night like this?

There's nothing terrible in death; 'Tis but to cast our robes away, And sleep at night, without a breath To break repose till dawn of day.

Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.