For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.
When I really feel like dancing, I want someone who knows how to lead.
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.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
...humans, in the day that has been the Earth, have been here for less than a minute. We’re a late-night piss in the toilet, that’s all we are.
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.
Sake The jewel which brightly shines at night Is precious, but cannot measure up To the delights of drinking sake, Drowning one's troubles in the cup. Otomo no Tabito
I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything.
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.
It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
One night of sin with Jack. No commitment. No promises. Just hot, sweaty, headboard-banging sex. Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Locations 828-829).
We are also creatures of romance. Books love to portray us as the mysterious visitor in the night that you invite into your bedroom and then your bed.
And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
As I went through the city by day I saw shadows in sunlight; But in the night I saw everywhere Stars within the darkness.
Beauty is like drink or comfort, once you get used to it, you stop paying attention.
