Night Atmosphere Quotes

Everything becomes magnified at night. Sounds travel in a different way, it's dark, and everything seems far more spooky.

Lights are glowing in the palm trees.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

The wide wonder of Broadway is disconsolate in the daytime; but gaudily glorious at night, with a milling crowd filling sidewalk and roadway, silent, going up, going down, between upstanding banks of brilliant lights, each building braided and embossed with glowing, many-coloured bulbs of man-rayed luminance. A glowing valley of the shadow of life. The strolling crowd went slowly by through the kinematically divine thoroughfare of New York.

College football is LSU's Tiger Stadium at night.

The atmosphere seems to change once the sun goes down and the race fans get to watch a good show.

Under a pulsating full moon, the gussied-up Billie Jean King National Tennis Center seems much softer and prettier at night, with the fountains bubbling and fans without tickets to the big stadium sitting in the plaza and watching a big screen.

Some people asked me if I would be interested in managing the A's. I said a definite no thank you. At night, that place is a graveyard with lights.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

When you're playing music through the streets of London at 2 o'clock in the morning, there's something so cool and magical about that. It takes you to a special place very quickly.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood, and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings, though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right, there aren't any strings at all.

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

Sitting on a plastic chair at night listening to the sea lapping below while sipping a cold beer is about as good as life gets.

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.

To my ears, jazz sounds better in warm weather and after the sun has gone down. While I will listen to some of my favorite jazz records in cooler weather, it's the warmer nights that really make them come alive. Something about those sounds and the heat of the night really makes it happen for me.

Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.

In the night there's sometimes a sort of cursed quality to the Pacific Northwest.

The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.