Night Quotes

This is the best night of my life. And it's going to get better.

I shall omit former particulars, and begin with informing the Reader, that, in 1792, I was strangely visited, by day and night, concerning what was coming upon the whole earth.

I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.

I think any actor would agree that you can't replace theater. It's immediate. You have the energy of the crowd and every single night it's different.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

My idea of a good night has always been having a lovely meal and a proper conversation.

When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.

So I'm trying to spread myself to the point to where I can do the night shows and not have to worry about the matinees, and do one or two matinees down through the year.

Perfect Night has that magic and it has the raw energy that grabs you by the throat.

What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

There are a lot of things I can take, and a few that I can't. What I can't take is when my older brother, who's everything that I want to be, starts losing faith in things. I saw that look in your eyes last night. I don't ever want to see that look in your eyes again.

When some people get parts, they feel they can now relax, but for me it was always the opposite. Sometimes before I do a movie or before I act out a scene, I may not sleep well the night before. If I don't know what the scene is about, I might get all worked up.

My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.

I mean, I guess I realized subconsciously that this is what I should be doing before I realized it, consciously. Verbally, I don't think I had committed to it, even though I was driving everywhere, every night, just trying to get on stage.

I can find in my undergraduate classes, bright students who do not know that the stars rise and set at night, or even that the Sun is a star.

I went to night school and summer school, I made that whole year up and I actually graduated on time. Also, I got a part-time job at the radio station.

We had only snacks last time, I think it was OK for a day time menu. But this time it will be late night when people gather so we should add some proper meals.

We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.

I do not believe a man can ever leave his business. He ought to think of it by day and dream of it by night.

I usually have my protein at lunch and my carbs at night - I don't mix protein and carbs.

Making sleep happen is a must - anytime, anywhere, from a plane to a train to an automobile. Ideally, I like to get eight to ten hours a night, though I'll take it broken up in two segments if I have to.

I do a show. It comes on late at night on TV. And if that means I'm a late-night talk show host, then I guess I am, but in every other regard I resign my commission, I don't care for it.

I sometimes lie awake at night trying to think of something funny that Richard Nixon said.

To live in Australia permanently is rather like going to a party and dancing all night with one's mother.

The one thing I could do was voices and impersonations and weird characters, and there was really no call for that, except on Saturday Night Live.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

It just feels like Erwin and me... even at night I don't feel I have to look pretty in bed.

Don't think that because you haven't heard from me for a while that I went to sleep. I am still here, like a spirit roaming the night. Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest.

When I was in Philadelphia during the Depression in 1930 or '31, I got a very sad job as a night watchman in a garage. The cars in the garage had been abandoned by their owners, since they had lost their jobs and couldn't keep up the payments.

Where do these arms come from, these Saturday night specials that constitute the instrument of threats in bank robberies, or the hand grenades used by terrorists? How can their sales and their import be permitted?