#night

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death #jace-wayland #night-stroll #death

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

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#dreamer #fyodor-dostoyevsky #memories #white-nights #dreams

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#darkness #freshness #girls #intimacy #movie-theatres

The Wolf curled his lip in distaste, eyeing the raft as if it might lunge at him. "You expect to reach the End of the World on that? Do you know the things that live in the River of Dreams? And we're not even at the nightmare stretch yet." "Aw, is the Big Bad Wolfie afraid of a few nasty fish?" The Wolf gave him a baleful stare. "You wouldn't say that if you'd seen some of the fish in the Deep Wyld, Goodfellow. But more important, how will you ever reach the End of the World if I bite your head off? (The Iron Knight) ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#the-iron-knight #dreams

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

A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #dream #literature #literature-quotes #night

He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #michael #nightmares #scary #dreams

It was a time of dark dreams. They washed in like flotsam on the night tide, slipping beneath doorways and window latches, rising through the streets and hills; and the little fishing-town of Scarlock foundered deep. ↗

— J.A. Clement

#nightmares #sea #dreams