#night

I made over forty Westerns. I used to lie awake nights trying to think up new ways of getting on and off a horse. ↗

— William Wyler

#forty #getting #horse #i #lie

And going into my studio at night, particularly at night when everybody's asleep, is just a total pleasure for me. ↗

— Yanni

#everybody #going #into #just #me

I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don't think about it is when I'm playing it. ↗

— Carl Yastrzemski

#all day #baseball #day #dream #i

I finished high school, moved to Nashville for college, and set out to break into the music business. Every night when I called home with news of my experiences, my mom and dad would encourage me to keep taking those small steps. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#business #called #college #dad #encourage

We sat together as a family for dinner at night. And my mother had a job. My dad had a job. But there was always a meal on the table at 6:00, you know. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#dad #dinner #family #had #job

If you're going to do something tonight that you'll be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late. ↗

— Henny Youngman

#going #late #morning #sleep #something

Television won't be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night. ↗

— Darryl F. Zanuck

#after #any #box #captures #every

I was discriminated against because I was Jewish, Italian, black and Puerto Rican. But maybe the worst prejudice I experienced was against the poor. I grew up on welfare and often had to move in the middle of the night because we couldn't pay the rent. ↗

— Philip Zimbardo

#because #black #discriminated #experienced #grew

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage... ↗

— Robert Frost

#night #rage #age

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. “You’re . . . ,” he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. “Such a pain,” he concluded. “What?” I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang’s hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang’s arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. “I, uh—,” I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket. ↗

— James Patterson

#best-friends #brb-dying #confusion #feelings #friendship