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THOUGHTS ON A STILL NIGHT Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon, I lower my head and think of home.

Three o'clock in the morning. The highway is empty, under a malignant moon. The oil drippings make the roadway gleam like a blue-satin ribbon. The night is still but for a humming noise coming up somewhere behind a rise of ground. Two other, fiercer, whiter moons, set close together, suddenly top the rise, shoot a fan of blinding platinum far down ahead of them. Headlights. The humming burgeons into a roar. The touring car is going so fast it sways from side to side. The road is straight. The way is long. The night is short. (Jane Brown's Body")

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

Tick Tock, The sun fell down; Ding Dong the moon took a peek, Ring Ding, It's Harmonizing my Insanity

Time did exist here, in small amounts (well some of the time) – and there were feint eddies and currents of time here, things that were barely tangible. Feint forces of the universe they were, nearly indiscernible from the nothingness like a warm breeze on a hot summer night. How long he had been here, he knew not – but he was slowly learning to master these barely tangible waves like a new surfer with one foot on the sandy beach and the other on a shiny new board of Hatred. Revenge splashed around his feet like the cold waves of the ocean of Time. Nearby, two other inmates collided with each other, bounced apart spread-eagled and spiraled off into the distance in infinite slowness. The Wetsuit of Insanity clung to his spiritual body, isolating him from the timelessness that seemed to exist here. A wind of Change blew at him from behind and he pushed off from the beach with iron determination and a mental clarity hereto before unknown to him. Something in the microcosm that didn’t even have a name went ‘bling’ and against all the laws of probability, Brad Xyl opened his eyes.

Time is valuable in life. You can show someone how much you appreciate them by giving your time. A good amount of time goes by each day. Spending time with the ones you love shows them how much you care.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

To fall in love twice, with the same person, you need to grow another heart. That's all I do in my secret underground laboratory at night...

To go to bed at night in Madrid marks you as a little queer. For a long time your friends will be a little uncomfortable about it. Nobody goes to bed in Madrid until they have killed the night. Appointments with a friend are habitually made for after midnight at the cafe.

...to hold twilight or watch it darken, describes the pleasure we take in pausing to observe as day slips into night. To stand at our window, wrapped in the half-dark and watch the day disappear... is a moment of hygge.

To love your love without getting lost on a futuristic night.

Tomorrow's a red flush in the western sky Tomorrow's a black hush in the middle night Tomorrow swears the truth of now, now, and now In the trembling blue gasp of the morning light

Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.

Tonight, It's not about You, Tonight It's about Me, It's about How Your absence, troubles me, It's about How i hide all of this Hurt . Tonight it's not about Love, Tonight it's about separations, it's about How i write, to remember You, it's about How i remember You, through all of Myself .

Tonight’s going to be one of those things that seem to last forever.

Tonight I’ll be looking at the blood moon and maybe I’ll think of you. But maybe I won’t and I probably won’t, but I guess that’s a chance you had to take.

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

Tout est inutile et il faut au moins avoir le courage de ne pas se faire de prétextes. J'aurais aimé clouer la nuit sur du papier, comme un grand papillon nocturne. Mais, plutôt, c'est elle qui m'a soulevé de ses eaux, comme le corps livide d'un mort et qui me pousse, inexorablement, au milieu du froid et de l'écume vaporeuse, au-devant d'elle.

To speak your Heart out nothing can be better than Night and Acoustic guitar !!

Tread not into the fearsome night But pull the covers high, Step not into the wild dark wood For the Hobbers are dancing nigh

Treat tonight like it’s the last night of your life. I hope it’s not, but hey, you never know.

Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when the biggest bad, of all big bads, was gazing at her intently.

Trees don't sneak on you." -Brook Where Small Fish Swim

Ukienda katika kituo cha watoto yatima halafu watoto wakakulilia shida zao na ukaondoka bila kuwasaidia chochote, hutalala vizuri usiku.

Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good night's sleep, but much too early to start the day.

Twilight ... Say, who you are !! The dusk before the night Or the dawn before the light (Page 73)

Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.

Ukikosana na mwanamke usimpige mchana. Mpige usiku. Ukimpiga mchana watu watasema umemwonea. Ukimpiga usiku watu watasema huenda alikuwa na makosa. Wanawake hawatakiwi kupigwa.

Under a night’s sky Filled with a hundred billion stars Is it so crazy to believe Our paths were destined to cross?

Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.

Un feu, une nuit d'encre, les escarbilles mêlées aux étoiles: décor propice aux confidences. N'a-t-on jamais remarqué que, devant les flammes, les secrets se révèlent, et surgissent les souvenirs?

Uni on varannut heidät itselleen koko yöksi

Up here it seems we have only the stars, but even they seem small in the midst of that terrifying night sky...I suppose even monsters can be afraid of the dark.

Very high altitude extreme night shift work is a class 2A carcinogen that may result in lifelong disabling sleep disorders, high cholesterol, radiation sickness and heart, lung and brain damage.

Upon the honey’d middle of the night,

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

Viktor looked at the older man’s nightshirt, robe, and nightcap. His lips quirked into a smile. “The hour is late, and the household sleeps. How is it that you are still awake?” “I knew you would be knocking on the door sooner or later.” Pickles looked down his long nose at him. “You have passed the previous six nights with Her Ladyship.” “You are observant, my good man.” “No, Your Highness, I am the one who locks the door at night.” Pickles reached into his robe’s pocket and produced a key. He passed it to the prince, saying, “After tonight, let yourself into the house.” Viktor grinned at the majordomo and lifted the key out of his hand. “Your trust honors me.” “You are unlikely to abscond with the silver,” Pickles drawled.

Walking through a deserted city in the hours before dawn is sobering way beyond the undoing of the effects of alcohol. Every thing is familiar, and everything is strange. It's as if you are the only survivor of some mysterious calamity which has emptied the place of its population, and yet you know that behind the shuttered and curtained windows people lie sleeping in their tens of thousands, and all their joys and disasters lie sleeping too. It makes you think of your own life, usually suspended at that hour, and how you are passing through it as if in a dream. Reality seems very unreal.

Wakiwa na suti nzito za kijani na madoa meusi (‘Ghillie Suits’) kwa ajili ya kupigania porini; Vijana wa Tume walikuwa na kofia za chuma, miwani ya kuonea usiku (iliyokuwa na uwezo wa kubinuka chini na juu), redio na mitambo ya mawasiliano migongoni mwao juu ya vizibao vya kuzuia risasi, vitibegi vya msalaba mwekundu (‘Blowout Kits’ – katika mapaja ya miguu yao ya kulia, ndani yake kukiwa na pisto na madawa ya huduma ya kwanza), vitibegi vya kujiokolea (‘Evasion Kits’ – katika mapaja ya miguu yao ya kushoto, ndani yake kukiwa na visu na pesa na ramani ya Meksiko) na bunduki za masafa marefu. Kadhalika, Vijana wa Tume waliamua kuchukua Punisher – waliyoafikiana baadaye kuwa ilikuwa nzuri kuliko RPG-7, ‘Rocket Propelling Gun’, ambayo Mogens alipendekeza waitumie kubomolea Kiwanda cha Dongyang Pharmaceuticals; kwa sababu hakutaka kuleta madhara kwa watu waliokuwa hawana hatia.

Walk with me now into this very bright night, and revere with me in silence what must be God-given and what is surely God-taken.

War is like night, she said. It covers everything.

Watching the sun set is like watching a beautiful kid die for a good cause.

Walk with this tomorrow night. If nothing happens, then don’t come back. Forget about us, this place, but if you feel the Nightwalker in you awaken, then return to where you belong. Return to me, and the streets will run red with blood.

We can’t tell if ever night falls asleep Our slumber veils many secrets: deep The moonlit visage of this city life Shines through the blade from a glistening knife From the poem "City Night

We are simple creatures seeking love who triumph in the dark and wilt against the light.

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturing the dark. we have forgotten how the skin sings when the lunar fervor unfurls across its follicles.

We need to know that a dark night is always followed by a nice morning

We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silent encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

We’re on the wrong side of night,” Red murmurs inside the mirror, and she’s right.

We’re under the same starry sky,” I say. “We always are.” “Not together,” I argue. “I think we’ve always been together, even when we were apart,” he says, slipping his hand around mine. “I know it’s a cliché, but sometimes I would look up at the stars and wonder if you were ever looking at them at the same time,” I admit. “When I looked up at the stars, I saw us. You were the stars, and I was the dark sky behind you.