I started walking at night with my sister in law which has been amazing. It really does something for you. It just kind of clears the mind, it just makes you feel better, things start to tighten a little bit.
I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.
I saw Ellen and my knees were weak. It was amazing. And it was very hard for me to get her out of my mind after that. Then when I saw her that night, we started talking, and that's that.
I enjoy theater just for the sheer excitement of it and the immediate response that you get, and how every night the audience is a little bit different; but then, it's expensive to work in N.Y., and stage work is limited, so you're just doing it for ...
In science, if you don't do it, somebody else will. Whereas in art, if Beethoven didn't compose the 'Ninth Symphony,' no one else before or after is going to compose the 'Ninth Symphony' that he composed; no one else is going to paint 'Starry Night' ...
I didn't have any real art training, but when I was about twelve nad thirteen, another boy and I went to a sign painter's house every Friday night and took lessons.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
At the Peabody Hotel, you’ll find two things: a pea and a body. Was it murder by starvation? Come spend the night and decide for yourself.
Sunny days are the perfect days to spy on people. Especially at night (offer only valid for residents of Alaska).
When I’m tired, I say, “I’m calling it a night.” Well, what else am I going to call it? Nathan?
I know this happiness that I feel isn’t going to last, and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike and end my blissful night.
We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.
For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.
The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.
Once they're in...they stay in. And that little bitch invited that evil into herself like a hard dick on prom night.
Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.
Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.
The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.
The night! When the outside world is hiding in darkness, you have to turn on the light within in order to see where you put your steps.
And if sometimes, late at night in bed, I questioned whether or not I truly was insane, I told myself that it didn't matter. I was too happy to care.