Best 141 quotes in «tonight quotes» category

We ran out of talent tonight. The guys played as hard as they could, as long as we could.

We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?" But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I'm walkin' on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you'll find out.

We usually break our records every Monday, so we'll see what turns up tonight after midnight. Next month it'll probably be higher, which is always weird.

We've been beaten before but never defeated. Tonight we were defeated.

We will hear more details on [Donald] Trump`s plans on addressing illegal immigration in the speech tonight, including what Trump plans to do about those 11 million illegal immigrants already in the U.S.

What's the condition of America like, spiritually, tonight? Zero. Why? Because we've got blind men coming out of seminaries. Men there don't teach them; they don't hear a word about Hell. They're blind themselves, and as blind men, they lead the blind and they go to Hell.

Whatever has you afraid, angry, intimidated or frustrated tonight - take it to our all-powerful and all-capable God. He has the answer.

Who is your opponent tonight, tonight I am playing against the Black pieces

Who knows but the world may end tonight

Wondering what I'm doing tonight I've been in the closet and feel all right

Would you really dig into yesterday's garbage to make tonight's meal? Do you dig into yesterday's mental garbage to create today's experiences?

Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We're long overdue.

You have no idea how much it bothers me to know that I was the man she meant to kill tonight and now I have to protect her.” – Ren “Yeah, well, she tried to kill me, too, and I got over it.” – Sundown

You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way.

Ya know, if you treat every comic the way you treated me tonight, you would never see a bad show.

You are safer here tonight than you would be on the streets of any other city in the world.

You are too arrogant for your own good. I officially de-mate you. Go away. I never want to see you again. Except maybe tonight. Naked. Your place. But after that, no more.

You know what's funny to me? You know what's really funny to me? The fact that you've been calling Lita the walking kiss of death, but tonight.. the walking KOD beat the walking STD.

You know who was on time tonight, which surprised me? Ghostface. Ghostface was early and making calls - what rapper does that?

You're looking exceptionally ugly tonight, Madam, is it because we have company?

You might be a redneck if your kids are going hungry tonight because you just had to have those Yosemite Sam mud flaps.

You probably don't call home and say, 'Hi, mom. I am facing Pete Schourek tonight.' Names and stats don't do it. You have to do it out on the field.

I plan to be a sinner tonight. Could've been something else, but looked way too good in my red dress to be anything Christian.

You think you're funny! You think you're funny Cena, huh? The only pose you're going to be doing tonight is lying on your back with me on top!

Grinning, Cooper leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “I like your shampoo.” “You’re being weird.” “I’m just horny as hell. You were naked in the next room and I wanted you naked in here.” “I’m not having sex with you.” “Tonight,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “You keep forgetting to end your declarations with the word ‘tonight.

I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.

Tonight is the night of telling our stories. You tell three and I four.

Tonight, let us exchange every part of our bodies and every space of our souls to each other.

I wanted to let my conscience go, and see how deep I fall. I wanted to let the devil take over, and see if I survive. I love you, Mriga. And for you, I will die. Tonight.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonight Sparkling for moon's spiced silver bite Upon skin of darkness, loving night more Storm begins unlocking cold wind's door

Since meeting with Mr. Pym was the responsibility of the current Lord Ramsay, Cam bullied Leo into attending the meeting with him. Not because Leo would have anything sensible to contribute, but merely as a symbolic gesture. “Besides,” Cam had told Amelia grimly, “if I have to be bored witless talking about gadjo affairs, there’s no reason Leo should be spared.” He had swept a proprietary glance over her, taking in the green wool walking dress and fur-trimmed black cloak. “I shouldn’t let you go with Dashiell and Barksby,” he said. “You’ll be the only woman there. I don’t like it.” “Oh, it’s all very circumspect. They’re both gentlemen, and I’m—” “Spoken for,” he had said curtly. “By me.” Her heart beat a little faster. “Yes, I know,” she admitted without looking at him. The small concession seemed to please him. He pushed the door closed with his foot, and reached beneath her cloak with importunate hands. He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kisses to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft. When Cam finally relented and eased her away from the door to open it, he said one word in her scarlet ear before she fled. The word went down to the marrow of her bones. “Tonight.

The moon is jealous of you tonight. Your alluring charm and intoxicating beauty have immured me as a prisoner; I didn't even glance once at the moon tonight!

The rain always makes me wonder What is it that the clouds ponder? Will I write something tonight? But I don't want to miss the thunder!

At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

All scientific work is incomplete - whether it be observational or experimental. All scientific work is liable to be upset or modified by advancing knowledge. That does not confer upon us a freedom to ignore the knowledge we already have, to postpone action that it appears to demand at a given time. Who knows, asks Robert Browning, but the world may end tonight? True, but on available evidence most of us make ready to commute on the 8:30 next day.

All young lovers, whoever you are, I hope your troubles are few. All my good wishes go with you tonight. I've been in love like you.

Although, my guess is that what Donald Trump will do tonight is to try to thread that needle by kind of softening his policy position or maybe just the questions about what you do with those 11 million, while getting tough on criminal migrants.

And that brings us to tonight's word: Truthiness. Now I'm sure some of the word-police, the 'wordanistas' over at Websters, are gonna say, 'Hey, that's not a word!' Well, anybody who knows me knows that I am no fan of dictionaries or reference books. They're elitist. Constantly telling us what is or isn't true, what did or didn't happen.

Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting.

But they're laughing at you. They're not laughing with you.

Come landlord fill a flowing bowl until it does run over, Tonight we will all merry be--tomorrow we'll get sober.

Buy a nickel bag, smoke a little lye, get high tonight, get high tonight.

Chuckling to herself, Nancy said aloud, "Romance and detective work won't mix tonight!

Cole, you stay right where you are. Miz has enough people at ringside tonight.

Every decision you make, from what you eat to what you do with your time tonight, turns you into who you are tomorrow and the day after that.

Drink, eat, jump and dance as much as you can stand tonight, but not too much, because you are fifty now.

Each sudden gust of light explains itself as flames, but neither they, nor even bombs redoubled on the hills tonight can quite include me in their fear.

Don't give up. Don't listen to these foolish critics that are so small minded they don't get it tonight.