I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night!
Ray BradburyTag: night trees kids bradbury dandelion-wine
Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her...
J. Ruth GendlerTag: poetic night pleasure ruth-gendler
I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.
Brigid LowryTag: life night taste waiting rosie window juicy-life
Amid the moon and the stars, amid the clouds of the night, amid the hills which bordered on the sky with their magnificent silhouette of pointed cedars, amid the speckled patches of the moon, amid the temple buildings that emerged sparkling white out of the surrounding darkness - amid all this, I was intoxicated by the pellucid beauty of Uiko's treachery.
Yukio MishimaTag: beauty night treachery moonlight
And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.
Garth von BuchholzTag: fear night dark-poetry von-buchholz
Chin up, Ferdinand," I kept saying to myself, to keep up my courage. "What with being chucked out of everywhere, you're sure to find whatever it is that scares all those bastards so. It must be at the end of the night, and that's why they're so dead set against going to the end of the night.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineI got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.
Kate MossA lonely night is more profound then lonesome nights.
Santosh KalwarThe unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott FitzgeraldViktor 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.
Tag: night prince key abscond pickles sneaking
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