I get up, upload a video to YouTube, eat, sleep, and check all my social medias, eat again, sleep some more, watch ‘Dancing With The Stars’ and go to sleep for the night. Just your average teenage girl, give or take a decade.
I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don’t think about it is when I’m playing it.
Every night, I have to read a book, so that my mind will stop thinking about things that I stress about.
We used to go to the pictures every Saturday night but we had to leave a little bit early and get home and watch Match of the Day – and my wife still complains she missed the last five minutes of every film we saw.
There is no royal road to a successful life, as there is no royal road to learning. It has got to be hard knocks, morning, noon, and night, and fixity of purpose.
I love just getting to experience the different types of fans and getting to perform in front of thousands of people every night; that is icing on the cake for me. That is the fun.
Soup is really easy to make: you can take basil, celery, acorn squash and boil them and then put them in the blender with sea salt. It’s delicious and only takes about 15 minutes. You can make it the night before. It’s kind of like making baby puree, and there are a ton of super easy recipes.
Our job every single night is to call out hypocrisy on both sides to make sure we’re holding Republicans accountable and Democrats accountable, that we’re holding the president accountable for promises made.
‘Supermodel’ was a hard record for me; it was an emotional record to write. I was purging a lot of stuff with that album, and I think the one thing I didn’t really consider, that I’d be supporting it for two years and living in that state of mind every night.
I’m a God-fearing man, go to church every Sunday, and have since I was a boy. But if I ever found out that God cared one way or another about a borderline illegal fist-fight on Saturday night, I would be so greatly disappointed that it would make rethink my entire belief system.
I want everyone to know that I always gave it the best shot I had, whether it went that way my night.
I think the best way to get a good night sleep is to work hard throughout the day. If you work hard and, of course, work out.
I’ve always just shown up and tried to figure out what’s for lunch and am I going to get to play some racquetball that night.
Every time we rock our babies in the night, we bring order back to a disordered world. Every time we look down at our children and cry, we make the world one shade brighter. That’s what children do to us – and for us.
The cowards and the impatient can enjoy one night stands as it takes a great deal of patience, unconditional love, trust, fearlessness and a deep sense of individuality to maintain relationships.
Nihilism in American comedy came along way before ‘The Simpsons.’ There was a fairly nihilistic point of view to ‘Saturday Night Live,’ for instance, back in the beginning, and a lot of really dark comedy had a really anti-sentimental take on life.
My uncle used to take me out at night shooting rabbits.
Hackathons are these things where just all of the Facebook engineers get together and stay up all night building things. And, I mean, usually at these hackathons, I code too, just alongside everyone.
We should every night call ourselves to an account: what infirmity have I mastered today? what passions opposed? what temptation resisted? what virtue acquired? Our vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
There are certain things that don’t mix well with MS. One is staying up late at night. Another is big, noisy crowds. Well, campaigns are staying up late at night and big noisy crowds.
If I ever get looks on the street, which, for the record, is almost never, it’s rarely because they think I’m someone they saw in a movie. More often someone sees me and thinks, ‘Hey, was that guy my waiter the other night?’
I was raised in an evangelical Methodist church. Evangelical meant that though you had been baptized and made a member of the church on Sunday morning, you still had to be ‘saved’ on Sunday night. I wanted to be saved, but I did not think you should fake it.
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
When I started out, there was so much work that I couldn’t think of doing anything else. I would go for recordings by 8.30 A.M., that, too, in trains. I used to come home at night. I was travelling alone everywhere.
Compton is a much safer Compton than it was in the ’80s. People play in parks. People aren’t afraid to be out at night.
It takes more than driving to become an IndyCar driver. Gone are the days when drivers show up Friday morning and go home Sunday night. We’re all integral to our partnerships, commercially, motorsports. We’re as much champions in the boardroom as we are on the racetrack.
I’m baffled all the time. We don’t know what’s driving 96% of the universe. Everybody you know and love and heard of and think about and see in the night sky through a telescope: four percent of the universe.
I knew that my staying up would not change the election result if I were defeated, while if elected I had a hard day ahead of me. So I thought a night’s rest was best in any event.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
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.
My evening really begins when I take a long, hot bath. I light a candle, and I turn on the news and try to catch up. It’s when I can breathe from the day to the night, and that means a lot to me.
I try and get about eight hours of sleep every single night. And I like to think that I drink more water than anyone, ever.
I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
