#night

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

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

I--" She swallowed, perhaps summoning her courage, then continued, "I would not lie to you and say that I did not want this." "Me," he cut in peevishly. "You wanted me." She closed her eyes. “Yes,” she finally said, “I wanted you.” Part of him wanted to interrupt again, to remind her that she still wanted him, that it wasn’t and would never be in the past. “But I can’t have you,” she said quietly, “and because of that, you can’t have me.” And then, to his complete astonishment, he asked, “What if I married you? ↗

— Julia Quinn

#anne-wynter #daniel-smythe-smith #julia-quinn #smyth-smith-quartet #courage

I don’t want any of this. I just want to be what I was before you showed up here and all hell broke loose. I want to be popular and dating the hottest guy in school. Now I’m none of those things, and I’m a human who has scary visions and don’t know what to do about any of it. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#night #untamed #dating

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#boundaries #day #death #hope #life

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time / I have been half in love with easeful Death... ↗

— John Keats

#death

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance, fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death. ↗

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

#grief #life #love #madness #mortality

Must have been some kind a nightmare.” “Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#dream #k-a-tucker #nightmare #sleep #ten-tiny-breaths

I wish I didn't have to perform 'Iron Man' every night. ↗

— Ozzy Osbourne

#every night #i #i wish #iron #iron man

They were conspiring to desert us in the night and steal some of our horses... we engaged a spy. ↗

— Zebulon Pike

#desert #engaged #horses #night #our