#night

I've never really understood why people sleep. Wasting a third of your life and becoming vulnerable for almost 8 hours every night. Doesn't seem very appealing to me. ↗

— Banksy

#banksy #hours #life #night #people

[Morgana to Janie] Now get out of my way, or finish life as a pile of cinders. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#life

Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#creativity #death #dream #fantasy #imagination

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#bars #drinking #night-life #nightlife #life

I am the sunrise of sunsets, and I make love like noon at midnight.  ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#midnight #noon #sunrise #sunsets #love

There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door? ↗

— Djuna Barnes

#love

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #love #love-story #midnight-sun #twilight-saga

How can one love the light and live in darkness? ↗

— Brent Weeks

#count-drake #night-angel #the-way-of-shadows #love

All the world will love the night, pain and pleasure always delight. ↗

— Alistair Dragonblood

#night #pain #trust #love

When I first saw you when we were destined, I promised myself that I wouldn't force you to love me, but I would find a way to win you. ↗