Top 1200 Night Sky Quotes & Sayings - Page 10

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Last updated on December 22, 2024.
Jazz is the only music in which the same note can be played night after night but differently each time.
You must not think of time as a quantity, a period, a measure. Look at the sky," Gwynneth said. "The moon has now slipped away to another night, into another world. It was not the time it was here that you remember, Faolan, but rather the luminescence of the air, the blue shadows cast by the trees in its light. It was not the length of the time but the quality of the moon's light that you felt and remember." Gwynneth paused. "It is the value, the quality that lives on.
I hate crowds of people pretending to be happy on one night of the year, where they get drunk and obnoxious by the end of the night. — © Kenny Hickey
I hate crowds of people pretending to be happy on one night of the year, where they get drunk and obnoxious by the end of the night.
At night, I don't do business meetings, because I think it sends the wrong message. I do dinner with friends, game night, or concerts.
Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to its shimmering red presence in the clear night sky. It is like a glowing ember in a field of ethereal lights, projecting energy and promise. It inspires visions of an approachable world. The mind vaults to thoughts of what might have been (if Mars were a litter closer to the warming Sun) and of what could be (if humans were one day to plant colonies there).
Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon or star.
You never take your fans for granted. You always appreciate them every show, night in, night out.
I was hoping to get a reception like this, I'd just hoped that it would be on Thursday night instead of Tuesday night.
We sit down with the kids every single night, not that I want to every night - sometimes I'd rather be out with my husband having a martini at a swanky restaurant - but we sit down with our kids every night at dinner.
In 1980s, I discovered 'Late Night with David Letterman.' It was on one of the 13 cable TV channels. They didn't have 25 late night talk show hosts trying to be the most outrageous. There was the likeable television genius Johnny Carson and his mad-genius counterpart Dave. There was nothing else crazy on TV every night, and there was no Internet.
I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.
Oscar night is a ridiculous night where you go to these parties and you see everyone that you've ever wanted to work with and admire.
I’ve always felt that night doesn’t fall. Night rises. — © James Turrell
I’ve always felt that night doesn’t fall. Night rises.
The night I won my first Late Model race was the night my mom moved everything out of the house... There was a lot of situations like that.
SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.
That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.
If it comes back, I think that Friday night is not a good night to be on.
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.
The NFL draft is going to be this Thursday. That's a huge night for college players. That's the night they start being paid over the table.
The woman who died night after night and her dying was a long goodbye, a train that never left.
My favorite time is late at night. I seem to wake up and want to work after 10pm, in my bubble of night.
Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.
This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.
But I've never even been to Olympus! Zeus is crazy!" Chiron and Grover glanced nervously at the sky. The clouds didn't seem to be parting around us, as Grover had promised. They were rolling straight over our valley, sealing us in like a coffin lid. Er, Percy ...?" Grover said. "We don't use the c-word to describe the Lord of the Sky.
My idea of a night out is actually a night in - in pajamas, with a good book or playing 'Mario Kart.' It's not that glamorous.
New Orleans is awake all night, and every night is a party.
I've always felt that night doesn't fall. Night rises. There are these incidences in flying where you just sit there. It's one of the best seats in the house.
No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?
I can do one 'Breaking Bad' in a night, or one 'Game of Thrones.' But 'House of Cards,' I can really do three in a night. I get sucked in.
Ever since that night I've been on the road Travelling and trying to forget That awful night I lost all my friends I see their faces yet.
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Withered leaves crackled and snapped beneath his feet, as he crept softly on towards the house. The desolation of a winter night sat brooding on the earth, and in the sky. But, the red light came cheerily towards him from the windows; figures passed and repassed there; and the hum and murmur of voices greeted his ear sweetly.
...When I asked [my dad why the sky was blue] he said it was because God's a boy. If God were a girl, the sky would be pink. 'What about sunrise and sunset?' I'd asked. Dad had looked dumbfounded. 'You kids. You think too much.' It frightened me how shallow the gene pool was that Liam and I were wading in.
The last night of love, the first night of war
There is no late-night comedy. You watch comedy, you watch whenever you want to tune on. You can it in the middle of the night. You can it in the morning. It's all comedy. They just label it late-night comedy so they don't have to pay as much.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
I don't have a night stand. If I read at night in bed or too close to sleep-time, I lie awake thinking in the dark for hours.
Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they - it is they.
It's really cool to see people show up at the shows night after night, and they're screaming the words of the song. — © Chris Lane
It's really cool to see people show up at the shows night after night, and they're screaming the words of the song.
the rain is coming. little sister, the night broke. the thunder cracked my brain finally. the rain is coming, i promise you. i didn’t mean to but your tears will bring life back. purple flowers grow, the colour blood looks in the veins. they’ll sprout out of my chest. i promise you they’ll crack the ground, grow over the freeways, down the slopes to the sea. i’ll be in their faces. i’ll be in the waves, coming down from the sky. i’ll be inside the one who holds you. and then i won’t be.
Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.
Arguing with the girlfriend. Mid argument she says "Were you on Monday night Raw last night?" I had no comeback.
Success to me is my friends and family are healthy and happy and I feel good about myself at the end of the night and I can sleep at night.
I used to think I was a night owl. I realized I'm not, because I have energy at night, but I'm not as focused and productive when I try to get things done.
I got so good at writing to a budget, my brain was restricting myself. I'd write, "It's a stormy night." Then I'd cross out stormy. I'd write: "It's a calm night." Then I'd cross out night. It's noon. Because you know how much night costs. You know how much rain costs. Nothing comes free in movies.
I think the thing that impressed me the most was the Lunar's sunrises and sunsets. These in particular bring out the stark nature of the terrain. . . . The horizon here is very, very stark, the sky is pitch black and the earth, or the moon rather, excuse me, is quite light, and the contrast between the sky and the moon is a vivid dark line.
I call you once...you never dialed back. Twice...you never dialed back. Saturday morning, live, I'm on Soul Train, talkin' to Don Cornelius. Saturday night, my phone rings... Saturday night, I won't answer. Saturday night, my phone rings again... Saturday night, I don't answer.
I would teach from nine to four, sleep an hour, and write from six until midnight, night after night.
I love filming at night. I'm like a night owl. — © Noah Schnapp
I love filming at night. I'm like a night owl.
Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.
I got problems, can't sleep at night. Cause your girl wanna come around and freak all night.
Up until about a hundred years ago, the world was dark at night. You got to have a real night so you could sleep.
Each night a child is born is a holy night.
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.
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.
I have trouble sleeping maybe one night a year. On that special night, I get up and read on the couch until I fall asleep.
They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.
Night after night I could feel the chills go up and down my spine, they played so well.
I battle to fall asleep at night. My mind races every other night. I have always been like this, for as long as I can reminder.
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?
A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.
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