At Night Quotes

“I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone wants you well”. But I was not afraid and I wished for adrenaline to make my veins pulsate in that way that puts them more on the outside of my skin than inside.
After the first night with you I never walked alone at night again because suddenly I had something to lose. Something to save.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“Our mailman was a dance teacher at night & I would watch him sometimes to see if he would deliver mail differently than the others. I expected to see him leap over bushes with his toes pointing like arrows, but all he ever did was walk.”
― Brian Andreas, Still Mostly True: Collected Stories & Drawings

“Moths, large and white and fluttering in a manner just a little too bat-like, came out of hiding to revel in this unexpected dismissal of day. So too did fireflies: Rapunzel squealed in delight when, like tiny candles, they twinkled in slow, unhurried loops around grass.
"Is this your mother's magic?" she shrieked, clawing at Gina's arm. " ARE THOSE FAIRIES ?"
"No, those are lightning bugs, Princess," Flynn said with a sigh. "In-sects. Whose butts glow."
"Right. I'm an idiot," Rapunzel said, trying to get one to land on her. "Because in real life, fairies aren't real but witches are."
"Touché," he said good-naturedly, with a bow.
Rapunzel felt her chest flutter.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine

“Trade Street was still like a fairy tale at night, with its old-fashioned streetlamps shining like lemon lollipops in front of the candy-colored businesses.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“I used to feel you in night. How the clouds touched the waves and the way you said alright. I still feel your hair, I still see you there. In corners of doorways, wandering to wander. It was never about you. It was never about I. It was about we. The stimulation of brains to pulse towards. Some things seem of importance to some while importance lies in the eyes of the beholder. Neither are wrong, but time is only enough for some.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Every day they jumped up ready to make the future but at night, laying around & laughing & talking was when the real work got done.
—Real Work”
― Brian Andreas, Theories of Everything

“I still can't believe how much I can see of the woods. Each branch and leaf is lit up as if it's beneath a spotlight. This place feels like a fantasy, like any minute now we'll cross paths with a group of fairies, and Emma will simply wave hello at them, used to the sight.”
― Adi Alsaid, North of Happy

“It's just the two of us. She shows me more secret passageways through the woods until the trees clear to reveal a large, moonlit meadow. We stop at the edge. Emma's looking at me expectantly, and at first I'm not sure what I'm supposed to see. I see tall, unkempt grass surrounded by trees. Then, like my eyes are playing tricks on me, fluorescent green lights flash on and off in the field, some of them rising up like bubbles in a pot of boiling water, some shooting across and lighting up the ground below them.
"Whoa."
"Pretty, right?" Emma says, turning her neck slowly from me to the meadow.
"I almost never see fireflies."
"I did some research, and they're not even supposed to exist west of Kansas. I have no idea why there's so many of them here."
We walk through the field together, and in the blinking green lights I can see Emma's hand inches from my own, I see the curves and dips of her face in profile and I wonder how it is that I can find the space between things beautiful.
Emma stops for a second and reaches into the waist-high grass, her hand disappearing in the dark. She pulls it back out to reveal a berry I have never seen before, not in the smorgasbord of rainbow-colored fruit at American grocery stores and definitely not anywhere in Mexico. It is the size of a child's fist, and the skin is prickly, like a lychee's.
"When I was a kid, if I was mad at my mom, I'd hide out here for the day, picking out berries," Emma says. "I had no way of knowing if they were poisonous, but I'd feast on them anyway." She digs her thumb into the skin to reveal a pulpy white interior. She takes a bite out of it and then hands it to me. It's sweet and tangy and would be great in a vinaigrette, as a sauce, maybe along with some roasted duck. "I don't even think anyone else knows about these, because I've never seen them anywhere else. I'm sure she'd put it on her menu if she found out about them, but I like keeping this one thing to myself."
We grab them by the handful, take them with us down the hill toward the lake. Sitting on the shore, gentle waves lapping at our ankles, we peel the berries one by one. A day or two ago, I thought of Emma as pretty. Tonight, her profile outlined by a full moon, she looks beautiful to me. I wish I could drive the thought away, but there it is anyway. The water---or something else about these nights---really does feel like it can cure hopelessness.”
― Adi Alsaid, North of Happy

“The footpath lights in the garden were hidden by ferns and Knock Out roses, giving the area a muted green glow, almost like being under the sea.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds: A Novel

“A series of altitude tests I had done in a day on Hawaii island damaged my right ulnar nerve. I had been to view the volcano at night at 4,000 feet. It was freezing cold up there!”
― Steven Magee

“I laid in darkness, in bed with the same song on repeat for hours. I wasn’t sad. I was happy because that’s what happiness was to me.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“You choose darkness over light because one is the truth and one is the mask.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Some of our truths are scarier than our horrors.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“You slip in night because darkness is a type of coldness. A temperature where you feel somewhat safe. By feeling safe, you feel like you. You blend in with the night causing your shades to become temporary enough to expose them.”
― Dominic Riccitello