All Quotes By Tag: Night

“Both times it was loneliness, and the night, and panic afterwards.”

“There’s no good reason why I shouldn’t kiss you right now.”

“Technically, on the spectrum of very bad things, they did nothing truly wicked. But of course, that spectrum has no measure for the greatest of all carnal sins, the kind that occurs before skin touches skin, before wondering turns to yearning, yearning to having, having to holding for dear life, when two people cling to each other so desperately that even when they lie, inches apart, neither is fully satisfied until the light between them turns to darkness.”

“He must have laughed at meevery single night,For I always missed the onewho was never mine.”

“If you have ever come up against Nothing you have no idea how it can scare you out of your wits. When I was a child I used to be afraid of Something in the dark. I know now that the most fearful thing about the dark is that we may find Nothing in it.”

“Dear soul,am I only because I have been?”

“People drink democracy in a glass of teabut night falls, again.”

“Night has fallen. And it will last for a very long time.”

“Abortive time: unwilling to tarryDaylight begins to hide into the heatHis moonless night desires to be starryThose lame knees want to break down on his feetFrom the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part I)”

“You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning ’til dee sun come up.”

“And at the end of the night, they realized how important those little stars were, which they ignored while adoring the beauty of the moon whole night.”

“I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.”

“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. ”

“How did it get so late so soon?”

“Oh how I enjoy the nightThe still silence is something spiritualCaffeined by the incessant chirping of the cricketsMy thoughts are a waterfall flowing out of the darknessThe cock crows; we sense the dawnI quicken my hand before I burn out at first lightWhat did you create for us?The sun keeps us awake The dead air calls us at nightWhen are we to rest?”