Mary Higgins Clark Quotes

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

In the full light of day, I don't want to think about the sunset.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

Why is it called 'after dark' when it really is 'after light'?

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

I’ve always felt that night doesn’t fall. Night rises.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

The whole of the day should not be daytime; there should be one hour, if not more, which the day did not bring forth.

The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

There's something about the darkness that I find unavoidably intoxicating. The knowledge that other people are sleeping and, therefore, unavailable to ruin my solitude, makes me more peaceful than I am during the day.

The sun can't shine forever.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.