#nigh

I stayed in a really old hotel last night. They sent me a wake-up letter. ↗

— Steven Wright

#i #last #last night #letter #me

I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday night, I was destined to be collecting corsages from every boy in town before prom, accepting such floral offerings like competing sacrifices to a Delphic goddess. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#before #boy #captain #collecting #competing

By night an atheist half believes in a God. ↗

— Edward Young

#believes #god #half #night

I would teach from nine to four, sleep an hour, and write from six until midnight, night after night. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#four #hour #i #midnight #night

What I love about how my career has gone up to this point is that I've always, always put my head down on my pillow at night, and I've been able to say that I've done, honestly, what I've felt like I wanted to do. And that's really all you can hope for in everything you do. ↗

— Debbie Gibson

#about #always #been #career #done

Before the first year, nobody gave it a chance. Now, 36 years later, everybody knows Monday Night Football. ↗

— Frank Gifford

#chance #everybody #first #football #gave

I think it's wonderful when a love story begins with a great deal of romance and affection, passion and excitement, that's how it should be. But I don't necessarily know that it's the wisest thing in the world to expect that it ends there, or that it should, 30 years down the road, still look as it did on the night of your first kiss. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#begins #deal #did #down #down the road

When I lost my friends, it was because I had used the power of giving on them recklessly. I swept into their lives with my big fat checkbook, and I erased years of obstacles for them overnight - but sometimes, in the process, I also accidentally erased years of dignity. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#also #because #big #dignity #erased

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#colored #day #i #more #night

Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#gloom #morning #night #death