“Glitterdust across a broad expanse of blue. Before me, the water unfurled like dark swaths of shadowed silk, colors muted, reflections cast by the lamps hanging from the prows of the gondolas rippling, and my heart swelled at the beauty and the romance of it.”
“A Night can NEVER defeat the Sunrise”
“Night is just a fusion of dreams.”
“Let night come; it s time to dream.”
“The dark night has passed, and day has come again. But the day has brought strange tidings.”
“He stopped and stared intently at Rincewind. Every night I come out here and look down. he finished, and I never jump. Courage is hard to come by, here on the Edge.”
“NIGHT OF LOVE The moon has left the sky, love, The stars are hiding now, And frowning on the world, love, Night bares her sable brow. The snow is on the ground, love, And cold and keen the air is. I m singing here to you, love; You re dreaming there in Paris. But this is Nature s law, love, Though just it may not seem, That men should wake to sing, love, While maidens sleep and dream. Them care may not molest, love, Nor stir them from their slumbers, Though midnight find the swain, love, Still halting o er his numbers. I watch the rosy dawn, love, Come stealing up the east, While all things round rejoice, love, That Night her reign has ceased. The lark will soon be heard, love, And on his way be winging; When Nature s poets wake, love, Why should a man be singing?”
“Night has fallen. And it will last for a very long time.”
“It s the moon that moves me. The sunlight makes everything so obvious.”
“The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.”
“I love the gap, that momentary gap where day and night are not defined.”
“Sam wanted to get up, calmly set his napkin down, and sprint out into the night.”
“Let love s eternal flame of hope hold back the shadows of the night.”
“Night has more words to say to you than the day can tell you!”
“I hate the night, the awful night! It muzzles the scream of pain, it rolls the spin of woes, and the waves of the night are sweeping the town serving none but the ill-fated ones. The masquerade of time, what does it conceal in its twists? Agony and more in that night of bore. The night, what a night! A night of endless sighs and cries! I hate the night, that awful night, and I see no light, no hope for dawn, no peace in sight, nothing but to suffer from the turmoil. The night of pain! The night of shame! The untamed night of the wickedest symphonies!”
“The sky was low at night, full of the presence of a strange and watchful God.”
“The days are for freedom and the nights for love.”