#nigh

Get thee behind me, Satan! ↗

— P.C. Cast

#temptation #zoey-redbird #temptation

Stay home and the crooks win. They get the night, by default and concession, the night which should rightly belong to all of us. ↗

— Claire Cross

#night #night-life #home

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death. ↗

— Thomas Wolfe

#asleep #beautiful #darkness #death #dying

I don't go out that much anymore, unfortunately. I used to enjoy it, but I'm just so busy. Like last night, everybody else went out, and I just went straight home and went to bed. ↗

— Lee Ann Womack

#bed #busy #else #enjoy #everybody

Then I had another one of my well-researched epiphanies. His constant use of Purell, his love of video games, his lack of friends, planet gazing, and flail-run. “You’re a zombie,” I gasped. “No. I’m not,” he said. I went back to the vampire theory. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #vampires #zombies

I knew my dad would insist on carrying my twelve bags into the house all by himself, so I ran ahead to my room. It looked familiar. Four walls and a ceiling, just like my old room in Phoenix! Leave it to my dad to find little ways to make me feel at home. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #home

Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too Shiver now, 'tis nothing new. More than I, if truth were told, Have stood and sweated hot and cold, And through their veins in ice and fire Fear contended with desire. Agued once like me were they, But I like them shall win my way Lastly to the bed of mould Where there's neither heat nor cold. But from my grave across my brow Plays no wind of healing now, And fire and ice within me fight Beneath the suffocating night. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#death #desire #fear #fight #fire

I will never stop loving you. No one can change that. No matter what happens later, I’ll still love you. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#night-huntress #change

The warm night claimed her. In a moment it was part of her. She walked on the grass, and her shoes were instantly soaked. She flung up her arms to the sky. Power ran to her fingertips. Excitement was communicated from the waiting trees, and the orchard, and the paddock; the intensity of their secret life caught at her and made her run. It was nothing like the excitement of ordinary looking forward, of birthday presents, of Christmas stockings, but the pull of a magnet - her grandfather had shown her once how it worked, little needles springing to the jaws - and now night and the sky above were a vast magnet, and the things that waited below were needles, caught up in the great demand. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#excitement #excitement-of-youth #night #youth #communication

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

— Cassandra Clare

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