#nigh

The moment I stepped out the front door I was faced again with Manhattan. There it was, oh splendid ship of concrete and steel, aluminum, glass and electricity, forging forever up the dark river. (The hudson - like a river of oil, filthy and rich, gleaming with silver lights.) Manhattan at twilight: floating gardens of tender neon, the lavender towers where each window glittered at sundown with reflected incandescence, where each crosstown street became at evening a gash of golden fire, and the endless flow of the endless traffic on the West Side Highway resembled a luminous necklace strung round the island's shoulders. ↗

— Edward Abbey "Manhattan Twilight Hoboken Night"

#john-dunn #manhattan-twilight-hoboken-night #the-journey-home #home

I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#humor

For under scrutiny you will find that even an open book can have a surprise scribbled in its margins. ↗

— Violet Haberdasher

#knightley-academy #life #life-lesson #sir-robert #inspirational

Death; those of us who outrun it, can never escape it. It held me in its clutches long enough to steal my life, and though I breathe, and talk, and I'm capable of human emotion on the outside, inside, I'm a cold, putrid corpse of a human being. ↗

— A.M Hudson

#hudson #paranormal-romance #vampire #death

New Orleans life is such a night life. The thing that comes up very often is that our day essentially doesn't start until midnight or 2 in the morning. ↗

— Robert Asprin

#day #essentially #life #midnight #morning

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#dreams #edward #hope #night #stars

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#all night #apart #dream #each #i

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#nightmares #dreams

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day. ↗

— Mike Carey

#nightmares #dreams

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb- time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#nature