#night

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#faerie #faery #fay #nature #night

Emma laughed, and replied: "But I had the assistance of all your endeavours to counteract the indulgence of other people. I doubt whether my own sense would have corrected me without it." "Do you?—I have no doubt. Nature gave you understanding:—Miss Taylor gave you principles. You must have done well. My interference was quite as likely to do harm as good. It was very natural for you to say, what right has he to lecture me?—and I am afraid very natural for you to feel that it was done in a disagreeable manner. I do not believe I did you any good. The good was all to myself, by making you an object of the tenderest affection to me. I could not think about you so much without doating on you, faults and all; and by dint of fancying so many errors, have been in love with you ever since you were thirteen at least. [...] "How often, when you were a girl, have you said to me, with one of your saucy looks—'Mr. Knightley, I am going to do so-and-so; papa says I may, or I have Miss Taylor's leave'—something which, you knew, I did not approve. In such cases my interference was giving you two bad feelings instead of one." "What an amiable creature I was!—No wonder you should hold my speeches in such affectionate remembrance. ↗

— Jane Austen

#love

I enjoy load shedding in Nepal, when it allows me to witness the dancing of fireflies in the next field, and at the same time to hear children playing a chanting clapping game because there is no TV to waste their time on. ↗

— Andrew James Pritchard

#children #load-shedding #meditation #nature-of-things #night-world

Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#nature

It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such a portent as a respectable poet. You say you are a poet of law; I say you are a contradiction in terms. I only wonder there were not comets and earthquakes on the night you appeared in this garden. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#comets #cruel-colors #earthquakes #garden #night

I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#hilarious #night-huntress #spade #classics

Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending. ↗

— Cees Nooteboom

#fantasy #language #night-thoughts #self-deception #self-knowledge

driving at the speed limit--hideous thought. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #hideous-thought #midnight-sun #twilight #twilight

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#car #edward-cullen #midnight-sun #mike #overreaction

All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat #frost #ghosts #jeaniene-frost #night-huntress