Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one.
Find my hand in the darkness, intertwined you will be the day to my night. We can share wings and take flight towards our own inner light.
You need to kiss me. All night you slept cuddled into me. You can’t do that to a man without at least kissing him.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.
Nobody special had come around to replace Duane, and she was moping, going to bed alone every night with a box of Velveeta and a fork.
I've always liked the moonless night best. It's easier to say things in the dark. It's easier to be yourself.
There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.
. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . .
See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.
Men who want to get married propose. You don’t need to read the signs. They propose and that’s the sign.
In vogue and cosmopolitan they clutch their Pomeranians and walk among the millionaires or watch from swayback steamer chairs
Thunder and blood and night must usurp our parts, to complete and make up the catastrophe of this great piece.
he was one of those diplomats who like and know how to work, and, despite his laziness, he occasionally spent nights at his desk.
Drink up my honey eyes, Kiss them shut every night, And be my 'one' all my life.
So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.
Even in the darkest clouds There are specks of joy Out of the darkness Comes light Just as day Always follows night
At last the magic caught, and she managed to vault clumsily onto it before it trundled into the night sky as gracefully as a duck with one wing missing.
My werewolf ... my second skin ... When the moon is on the rise, I go naked into night. I am never dressed to kill.
