#night

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. ↗

— Lana Del Rey

#broken #dreams #elizabeth-woolridge-grant #freedom #life

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon. ↗

— Ptolemy

#moon #night-sky #sky #beauty

The dawn of beauty always comes after night. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#night #world #beauty

At midnight on July 1, 1997, Hongkong, the British Crown Colony, will be restored to China. This is not only an event which will be celebrated by patriotic Chinese; any patriotic American should celebrate it as well. ↗

— Robert Trout

#any #british #celebrate #celebrated #china

Amid the moon and the stars, amid the clouds of the night, amid the hills which bordered on the sky with their magnificent silhouette of pointed cedars, amid the speckled patches of the moon, amid the temple buildings that emerged sparkling white out of the surrounding darkness - amid all this, I was intoxicated by the pellucid beauty of Uiko's treachery. ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#moonlight #night #treachery #beauty

Black as night and as beautiful as forever. ↗

— Stephen King

#compliment #forever #night #beauty

Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#brienne #childbed #knights #ladies #beauty

The truck is beautiful.” I breathed. I exhaled. Then I breathed again. “Beautiful. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #beauty

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#heather #honeysuckle #nature #night #reeds

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#night #stars #beauty