Nights Quotes

Quotes tagged as "nights" (showing 1-30 of 53)
William Shakespeare
“Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time.”
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Charlotte Eriksson
“I spent days and nights staring at the blank page, searching the deepest corners of my mind: who have I been, what have I seen, what did I learn? I thought about all the nights I've spent outside, all the times I laid down to cry and how I took a deep breath every morning and decided to simply go on. Because what else is there to do? Decide that this is it?
I quit, I'm done?
Oh if I could find words to justify those feelings I've carried. I could write the thickest of books with explosions of emotions from a young girl's lost heart. I could make you see, make you hear, make you feel, at least a tiny fragment
of what's out there.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

Sanober  Khan
“May the nights always be aglow
with the bliss of the day
with unharmed hands and feet
and kissed cheeks.”
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

Munia Khan
“Dark night knows what full moon requires
When all your love my heart acquires
Celestial bodies no more faded
Life makes sound; silence invaded”
Munia Khan

Richelle Mead
“It's Dana! She's back early." He ran his hand frantically over Mitch's neat, blonde hair. "What's she want? What's she doing here?
"Maybe she wants Reese's pot back"
"This is my chance! She's here alone. She wants me. Quick." He yanks my arm and dragged me to the stairs. I cried out in suprise.
"Get out of sight. Throw that away."
"I'm not throwing this away! Besides, you don't think she'll notice that your whole fucking house smells like this? Jesus. Your pupils are the size of her granny panties. Virtuous or not, she isn't stupid.”
Richelle Mead

Munia Khan
“Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights”
Munia Khan

Melita Tessy
“I knew that the pain I felt now was here to stay. In many forms. Through many nights.”
Melita Tessy, Battle of the Spheres: Crust, Mantle and Core

“Most of the days, I am gripped by these visions,
Memories! that haunt my present,
What is it, That Separates me from You ?
What is it, That cam bring me close ?
All through the night, i seek such things,
All through the night, i lose Myself .”
Syed Murtaza Haroon

“Some days are not as beautiful and some nights not as wonderful, you need to be careful not worry about the hurtful things of life, just focus on what is meaningful.”
Gift Gugu Mona

“As the nights get colder, the hugs get warmer.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“On silent moonless nights, I don't feel lonely! I have my greatest friends - my books for company!”
Avijeet Das

“Long days and longer nights, and in between them such meaningless life.”
Ratish Edwards

Deyth Banger
“I like the Nights... not very long walks in 17:00 pm... and not very short distances.”
Deyth Banger

Anthony Doerr
“He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceaseless crying: he was already forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, all stripped into a single flame and stowed still-burning inside the this slip of his ribs. I'd hold him to the window and he'd stare out into the night, blue tributaries of veins pulsing his neck, his big eyelids slipping down now and then, and it would feel as if tethers were falling away, and the two of us were gently rising, through the glass, through the trees, through the interweaving layers of atmosphere, into whatever was beyond the sky.”
Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World

“A dream so vibrant,
A dream so blissful;
I hold it close to my heart.
In anxious nights,
And days of hope;
These years have passed solely.
One day the dream to turn true- If only!”
Somya Kedia

Anthony Doerr
“He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceaseless crying: he was already forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa, all stripped into a single flame and stowed still-burning inside the thin slip of his ribs. I'd hold him to the window and he'd stare out into the night, blue tributaries of veins pulsing his neck, his big eyelids slipping down now and then, and it would feel as if tethers were falling away, and the two of us were gently rising, through the glass, through the trees, through the interweaving layers of atmosphere, into whatever was beyond the sky”
Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World

Christina Engela
“For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.”
Christina Engela, Loderunner

Anthony Doerr
“He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceasless crying: he was alreday forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, all stripped into a single flame and stowed still-burning inside the this slip of his ribs. I'd hold him to the window and he's stare out into the night, blue tributaries of veins pulsing his neck, his big eyelids slipping down now and then, and it would feel as if tethers were falling away, and the two of us were gently rising, through the glass, through the trees, through the interweaving layers of atmosphere, into whatever was beyond the sky.”
Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World

“We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!”
Avijeet Das

Mike Bond
“She was at the same table near the back where three nights ago I'd sat entranced by her songs. And where the two of us had talked like old friends.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine

Wendell Berry
“However interesting and lovely my days were, I could get from one day to the next only by passing through a night. I have, it is true, known lovely nights here; nights of sound sleep and good dreams and nights made wakeful by happy thoughts. but I have not always been a good sleeper, and my thoughts at night have sometimes been far from happy.”
Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow

Rainer Maria Rilke
“In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. And those who come together in the nights and are entwined in rocking delight perform a solemn task and gather sweetness, depth, and strength for the song of some future poet, who will appear in order to say ecstasies that are unsayable.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“I wake up in strange beds and in unknown rooms. I wander in dark alleys and crooked roads. Some days I don't even see the sun. Some nights the moon hides from me. I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!”
Avijeet Das

Christina Engela
“This was true, she knew. Being involved with him gave her the privileged position of knowing him intimately. There were nights when he would wake up sweating, the nightmares returning out of the blue after a peaceful period sometimes weeks long. Growing up in the middle of a fierce civil war could indelibly mark a child. To Mykl, birthdays were always just another year under the belt, where the only reason to celebrate was that you weren’t dead yet. She took his hand, squeezed it tight and led him inside.”
Christina Engela, Dead Beckoning

Deyth Banger
“Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, these people or let's say these team is trying to return the fear, the theater... Which so far is great to hear, acting in reading a story and everything one place, just awesome,”
Deyth Banger

Adhish Mazumder
“Some dark nights hide the cruelest of secrets. Such are the tales of the dark shadows hidden in that old castle in a distant land. The story of ages started with a classic; highlighting the infamous monster made out of a man.”
Adhish Mazumder

“And those who have no one in this world, God is within them, in their tears, in their smiles and in their sad lonely nights.”
Neymat Khan

Kate Forsyth
“Autumn into winter was called Shadowfest, and was the night to predict the future and communicate with the dead. Winter into spring was called the Feast of the Wolf, and was a time to celebrate and make love. Spring into summer was called Lady's Day, and was a time to be handfasted and to dance about the maypole. Summer into autumn was called Cornucopia, when we celebrated the harvest and and enjoyed the fruits of the earth.”
Kate Forsyth, Bitter Greens

“Most of the days, I am gripped by these visions,
Memories! that haunt my present,
What is it, That Separates me from You ?
What is it, That can bring me close ?
All through the night, i seek such things,
All through the night, i lose Myself .”
Syed Murtaza Haroon

Malak El Halabi
“There are nights that ask rhetorical questions. There are nights that demand immediate answers. And then, there are nights, where you forget your own name... There are nights where you lose conscience of where your body ends or begins....
Those are my favorite.”
Malak El Halabi

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