Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.
Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left hand into the darkness. The Dagger of the Thirteenth, a thief's gesture against evil. "Your night is my cloak, my shield, my escape from those who hunt to feed the noose. I will fear no evil, for you have made the night my friend. " "Bless the Benefactor," said Jean, squeezing Locke's left forearm. "Peace and profit to his children.
With Late Night Show I can begin the search for the real Stephen Colbert. I just hope I don't find him on Ashley Madison.
The night comes for the purpose of checking our busy employment, and introducing an interval of repose between the links of our action and our aspiration. It draws its dim curtain around the field of toil. It buries the objects of our handiwork in darkness, and involves them with uncertainty. It comes to the relief of the exhausted body and the tired brain. Our powers, harmonizing with the diurnal revolutions of the earth, fail with the failing light, and a merciful Providence casts around us this mantle of shadow, and snatches us from our occupation.
Impossible for anyone to conceive the torments of his nights in bed with his beloved one and estranged from her. That turning of backs, that cold space between their two unhappy bodies.
I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
There’s no use saying anything in the schoolyard because there’s always someone with an answer and there’s nothing you can do but punch them in the nose and if you were to punch everyone who has an answer you’d be punching morning noon and night.
I'm a bit of a night owl because that's when I feel the most creative and alive.
At night, what you see is a city, because all you see is lights. By day, it doesn't look like a city at all. The trees out-number the houses. And that's completely typical of Seattle. You can't quite tell: is it a city, is it a suburb, is the forest growing back?
The trouble with Freud is that he never played the Glasgow Empire Saturday night.
My grandfather Frank Lloyd Wright wore a red sash on his wedding night. That is glamour!
A liberal is a man or a woman or a child who looks forward to a better day, a more tranquil night, and a bright, infinite future.
Training not only anchors my day but also allows me to tap into endless energy and intensity. Whether I was performing at Wrestlemania or shooting a 16 hour day on a movie set, training allows the floodgates to open. It carries me through the rest of the day and night.
Aromatherapy is extremely useful. If you want to go to sleep at night, and you have an aroma that calms your mind, it will help you sleep.
And what do you really do? asked Tiffany. The thin witch hesitatied for a moment, and then: We look to. . . the edges, said Mistress Weatherwax. There's a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and the next, night and day, right and wrong. . . an' they need watchin'. We watch 'em, we guard the sum of things. And we never ask for any reward. That's important.
You always want to be the person who doesn't need to be included, but it feels damn good to be among you people. My first Broadway show was Master Class, and I saw Audra McDonald. The one that sealed the deal was Ragtime, with Marin Mazzie. My first big role was with John Lithgow, and he taught me the ropes. Norm Lewis sang the night I met my husband. It makes me feel like I have a family.
What makes night within us may leave stars.
Ratings experts say the best way to get people to watch during sweeps is to leave the audience with a question that won't be answered until the next time the show is on. You know, like Who shot J. R. ? I like to think I do this every night - the question is, Is this show still on?
Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.
