#nigh

Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true! ↗

— Logan Pearsall Smith

#danger #darken #into #many #nightmares

Even in Los Angeles, where we lived, when we would date somebody or go out with them, if we went out with somebody else the next night, we often found that women were banging on our windows while we were bedded down with other women! ↗

— Burt Ward

#banging #date #down #else #even

Stay home and the crooks win. They get the night, by default and concession, the night which should rightly belong to all of us. ↗

— Claire Cross

#night #night-life #home

Within a few hours I had them off, was about ready to play the shows. That night I opened, and during the week Harris was over to the house to talk my mother into letting me leave home. ↗

— Mary Lou Williams

#during #few #had #harris #home

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#asleep #beautiful #darkness #death #dying

I don't go out that much anymore, unfortunately. I used to enjoy it, but I'm just so busy. Like last night, everybody else went out, and I just went straight home and went to bed. ↗

— Lee Ann Womack

#bed #busy #else #enjoy #everybody

It even has the same phraseology as the English orders of knighthood, companions and this sort of thing. ↗

— George Woodcock

#english #even #knighthood #orders #phraseology

The next day, to the joy of all of Arthur's court, Sir Gareth was wed to the fair Lady Lyonesse of Cornwall. All who beheld the couple declared that ne'er had so handsome a knight wed so beautiful a maiden. At the same time, Sir Gaheris was wedded to the Lady Lynet, younger sister to the Lady Lyonesse. They looked alright too. ↗

— Gerald Morris

#beauty #knight #love #wed #beauty

We trekked onwards until the road came to an abrupt stop in the middle of a field. A car rambled up, stopped, and made a twelve-point turn. I skipped to the middle of the field and continued skipping around and around. Never had I felt freer. Never had I belted The Sound of Music louder. It was beautiful. There were glorious weeds everywhere, and those yellow flowers that when you blow on them disappear into white flakes. It was magical. And yet, it looked strangely familiar. “Is this my backyard?” I asked. Edwart stood, leaning against a tree in the woods bordering the meadow. “No, Belle. We’re at least five minutes from your house. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #beauty

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#answer #answers #communication #communion #enigma