My God, thank you. Thank you very much. I’m almost embarrassed by the response, but when I see this, I know that the twenty five years that I’ve spent trying to make you happy every night of your life was worth every damn minute of it.

We used to wrestle every night, 385 times a year. For ten years. 365 days. Never had any holidays off, ever. Holidays were always two-day venues. Two event venues. Afternoon and night.

I did a club one night – the speakers were old as hell. My jokes were coming out in black and white.

Sometimes, when you get a girl pregnant, you blame the condom. His condom broke that night.

Dr Strabismus (Whom God Preserve) of Utrecht has patented a new invention. It is an illuminated trouser-clip for bicyclists who are using main roads at night.

I am just believing myself and running, alright. This world is deep and we are going for it, up all night.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.

My night stand is permanently jammed with books I want to read.

I’m afraid Mr. Everhard is right,” he said. “LAISSEZ-FAIRE, the let-alone policy of each for himself and devil take the hindmost. As Mr. Everhard said the other night, the function you churchmen perform is to maintain the established order of society, and society is established on that foundation.” “But that is not the teaching of Christ!” cried the Bishop. “The.

After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.

MIDSUMMER: the shortest night. The year on its side. Joblard is to marry. To make that act, that avowal: St Bartholomew-the-Great. The Chemical Wedding, sponsus and sponsa, merging in song, twisting around the columns of that stone forest; celebrated here in the blending of russian stout, nigredo, with dry blackthorn cider. The risks crowd us, cackle; magpies at the window.

My favorite of my books is DAVE AT NIGHT, because it’s loosely based on my father’s childhood in an orphanage.

That night, he pointed his nose to the cold stars and gave the long wolf-howl.

Once you’re done being president, you tend to want to defend your record more than plumb your inner feelings. I find it hard to imagine Obama going home at night and writing sensitive, introspective journal entries about his meeting with John Boehner.

The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.

His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.

When the day gets better, the night gets brighter.

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day

Watching all the football over the weekend – and having to wait until Monday night to play – gets you ready, gets you firing.

We are so unlucky not to go through in 90 minutes, no one laid on the floor and we stood there when it counted. It was a big night for England.

Each night before you go to bed my baby, whisper a little prayer for me. And tell all the stars above, this is dedicated to the one I love.

Some people go to bed at night thinking, ‘That was a good day.’ I am one of those who worries and asks, ‘How did I screw up today?

My night out would be with my husband, wherever he chose to take me

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o’er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight.

At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour. No one knows whether or not he is a writer unless he has tried writing at night.

I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

You want to come home to a nice firm bed with the corners tucked in so you start over, like each night is like a new night.

You are the snowstorm- I’m purified, the darkest fairy tale in the dead of night.

In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.

All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!

When the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him.

A baby I was when you took my hand

The light of the night burned bright

But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn’t pull a corpse from its grave, I can’t be dragged from my desk at night.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

I went to a fight the other night, and a hockey game broke out.

I saved a girl from being attacked last night. I controlled myself.

One of my favorite – well, my favorite, favorite, absolute favorite event to go to is Alfre Woodard has a party that I call the blacktress party. It’s, like, black actresses that either have been nominated for an Oscar or should have been, and it sort of is just a night where we all get in a room and we get to celebrate each other.

I am one who has been acquainted with the night.

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there’s a lot of difference.

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

A strict belief in fate is the worst of slavery, imposing upon our necks an everlasting lord and tyrant, whom we are to stand in awe of night and day.

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.

I was just, you know, kind of getting racist jokes, kind of being isolated from the group. So it was definitely hard. I would come home at night and just cry my eyes out.

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago — And now she turns Her perfect Face Upon the World below —

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

War is like night, she said. It covers everything.

The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven’s croak, is one of the grandest tunes to walk by. Or on a night in May, one can walk through the too rare Italian forests for an hour on end and never be out of hearing of the nightingale’s song.

What a nice night for an evening.

I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night.

Girl, don’t no need to be nervous ‘Cause I got you all night Don’t you worry about a thing babe Just go with it

I’m a wanderess, I’m a one night stand. Don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man.

All these roads steer me wrong But I still drive them all night long

Don’t we look good together? There’s a reason why they watch all night long

At night, when the stars light up my room I sit by myself Talking to the moon

Tuesday will be a tough night for me. It’s like to return to the family who have not seen you for a long time. I spent a wonderful time there.

The Law is not the same at morning and at night.

As a camel kneels before his master to have him remove his burden at the end of the day, so kneel each night and let the Master take your burden.

Sometimes I train in the middle of the night, all on my own. Can’t sleep, don’t want to sleep, get up, go to the gym, work. This is early for me, being here at half ten in the morning, this is really early, and I’m only here because I Sometimes I train in the middle of the night, all on my own. Can’t sleep, don’t want to sleep, get up, go to the gym, work. This is early for me, being here at half ten in the morning, this is really early, and I’m only here because I screwed up yesterday and kept you hanging around. Other times I’ll call up my wrestling coach, or my jiu jitsu coach, or my deep-tissue guy, and want to really focus on one part of what I do. I train in all these different disciplines.

screwed up yesterday and kept you hanging around. Other times I’ll call up my wrestling coach, or my jiu jitsu coach, or my deep-tissue guy, and want to really focus on one part of what I do. I train in all these different disciplines.

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon or star.

Night is the mother of counsels.

Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.

For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends.

No man can prove upon awakening that he is the man who he thinks went to bed the night before, or that anything that he recollects is anything other than a convincing dream.

Basically what I’m trying to tell you is that it’s almost impossible to drive a jet ski at night time unless you’re in a city with lights lit up so you can navigate. Besides being pitch black, that water turns black at night. Listen, I don’t recommend it.

What is success? It is being able to go to bed each night with your soul at peace.

Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won’t engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night. -Marvin.

You want to be in the first round. That’s the dream. That’s what you see on draft night.

The nights I don’t sleep it’s because there’s a higher calling telling me to stand guard.

I have to tell them that last night was a shameful train wreck filled with blind cuddly puppies.

One night stands are not for me. I think it’s gross when you just give it up.

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

The less people know about how sausages and laws are made, the better they’ll sleep at night.

Hope itself is like a star – not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn’t a nightmare.

Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day

We need more of the office desk and less of the show window in politics. Let men in office substitute the midnight oil for the limelight

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.

Long is the night to him who is awake; long is a mile to him who is tired; long is life to the foolish who do not know the true law.

For May will have no sluggardry at night, Season that pricks in every gentle heart, Awaking it from sleep, and bids it start.

It follows then as certain as that night succeeds the day, that without a decisive naval force we can do nothing definitive, and with it, everything honorable and glorious.

Having someone wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night is a very old human need.

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

I know so much about men because I went to night school.

I’m the kinda girl who works for Paramount by day, and Fox all night.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.

Resentment or grudges do no harm to the person against whom you hold these feelings but every day and every night of your life, they are eating at you.

Yesterday ended last night. Every day is a new beginning. Learn the skill of forgetting. And move on

I’m over here working day and night and if my real ain’t real enough, I’m sorry for you, bae

Most of the night I just thought about how quickly I want to adopt again. It’s a very special thing. There’s something about making a choice, waking up and traveling somewhere and finding your family.

My reputation as a ladies’ man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I’ve got a war in my mind So, I just ride.

I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.

Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right

Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night.

I’m thankful that when I go to bed at night, that I have been myself that day. And I have been honest with myself.

Stage is really hard work. You’ve got to do it every night. Not like doing it once and walking away.

Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil And the one word that brings the infinite to the doo

So, I sit at the hotel at night and I think of something that’s funny. Or, If the pen is too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of wasn’t funny.

Sometimes I fall asleep at night with my clothes on. I’m going to have all my clothes made out of blankets.

I write jokes for a living, I sit at my hotel at night, I think of something that’s funny, then I go get a pen and I write it down. Or if the pen is too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain’t funny.

You can’t please all the people all the time, and last night all those people were at my show.

Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars.

Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.