#nigh

- Няма друго място като морето, господа. Тези, които цял живот изкарват на сушата, никога няма да го разберат. Морето е първично, понякога е жестоко, друг път - нежно, и никога - предсказуемо. ↗

— Raymond E. Feist

#bulgaria #bulgarian #fantasy #feist #life

Tonight, I am a Perfect Girl, because I had a perfect night. And it ended with three perfect kisses. Three. What a lucky number. ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#perfect-girl #perfect-night #life

Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources. ↗

— William Trogdon

#come #deriving #free #most #night

I knew you were behind the tapestry,” he said. “I also knew the railing was about to give way. I was waiting for you, waiting for your fall.” Waiting all my life for you, he added silently, waiting all my life for you to fall in love with me. ↗

— Elizabeth Elliott

#elizabeth-elliott #the-dark-knight #life

After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror. Staring back was a sallowcheeked girl with long, dark hair, pale skin and dark eyes. Just kidding! That would be so scary. Staring back was me. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#harvard-lampoon #nightlight #parody #twilight #funny

I want to bask deeply in the taste of his blood, in that flowing crimson filled with his feelings melted in it... ↗

— Matsuri Hino

#romance #vampire-knight #love

They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words. ↗

— Michael Grant

#kiss #love #night #sam #sleep

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#noble #passion #philosophy #poet-knights #poetry

His words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at her birthmark, bright as blood, at her kiss-stung lips, at the absurd smile stretching across her face. Carefully separating out the crushed pieces of shell, she pulled the dried pulp free from its cage of veins. Piece by piece, she put the sweet brown fruit in her own mouth and swallowed it down. ↗

— Holly Black

#holly-black #night-market #the-poison-eaters #love

Could you do such things when you were a dancer?' Tara asks her, as Tsukiko pulls a leg up impossibly far over her head. 'I would have had a much busier social calendar if I could,' Mme. Padva replies with a shake of her head. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#humor #night-circus #humor