Nocturnal Creatures Quotes

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.

'Little Night' has layers of meaning. There's something enchanted about night. All those heavenly bodies, shooting stars, the crescent moon, celestial phenomenon. Owls fly at night, and first kisses happen. Night is romantic. Alternately, darkness hides the worst of human behavior.

They do not need the sun. Who needs the sun when the eyes glow? Darkness. A woolen fog has wrapped the earth, has dropped a heavy curtain. From far away, from beyond the curtain, comes the sound of drops falling on stone. Far, far away - the autumn, people, tomorrow. ("The North")

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

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

In New York City, the common bats fly only at twilight. Brick-bats fly at all hours.

Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.

The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery.

Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

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

In the description of night in Macbeth, the beetle and the bat detract from the general idea of darkness - inspissated gloom.

A toad does not run in the daytime for nothing

Words at night were feral things.

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

You know what animals exist in the desert. He's going to his indigenous natural habitat. What better place for night crawlers?

Few, if any, creatures are equally active all night.

The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.

Vampires are super sexy.

Being a nocturnal creature myself, I often find myself in dark alleys or strange places late at night. If there were werewolves around, I'd be likely to run into them, being the night owl that I am.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may. . . . . But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray.