#night

I sat down one night and wrote the line rock, rock, rock everybody. ↗

— Bill Haley

#everybody #i #line #night #rock

I enjoy Saturday night racing. ↗

— Dale Earnhardt

#i #night #racing #saturday #saturday night

When the audience is awful you can still have a great night and people will walk out thinking they had a great time even though there was loads of loudmouths and the sound was terrible. ↗

— Leo Kottke

#awful #even #great #great time #had

Some people asked me if I would be interested in managing the A's. I said a definite no thank you. At night, that place is a graveyard with lights. ↗

— Whitey Herzog

#definite #graveyard #i #interested #lights

Some of the greatest actors have turned superheroes into a serious business: Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson in 'Batman'; Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart, the first venerable knights of the X-Men, who have now passed the baton to Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy. ↗

— Tom Hiddleston

#baton #business #first #greatest #ian

Black bears, though, are not fearsome. I encountered one on the road to my house in Vermont, alone at night. I picked up two stones just in case, but I wasn't afraid of him. I felt a hunter's exhilaration and a brotherly feeling. ↗

— Edward Hoagland

#alone #bears #black #brotherly #case

Nobody ever worked as hard as my father. My father averaged maybe four hours of sleep at night, and when you're a kid, you don't realize that. ↗

— Larry Elder

#ever #father #four #hard #hours

I like the good life too much, I'm not good at going on stage night after night and on wet Wednesday afternoons. ↗

— Anthony Hopkins

#going #good #good life #i #life

If capital and labor ever do get together it's good night for the rest of us. ↗

— Kin Hubbard

#ever #get #get together #good #good night

A Cathedral Façade at Midnight Along the sculptures of the western wall I watched the moonlight creeping: It moved as if it hardly moved at all Inch by inch thinly peeping Round on the pious figures of freestone, brought And poised there when the Universe was wrought To serve its centre, Earth, in mankind’s thought. The lunar look skimmed scantly toe, breast, arm, Then edged on slowly, slightly, To shoulder, hand, face; till each austere form Was blanched its whole length brightly Of prophet, king, queen, cardinal in state, That dead men’s tools had striven to simulate; And the stiff images stood irradiate. A frail moan from the martyred saints there set Mid others of the erection Against the breeze, seemed sighings of regret At the ancient faith’s rejection Under the sure, unhasting, steady stress Of Reason’s movement, making meaningless. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#faith #futility #moonlight #mortality #night