Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
I trimmed my lamp, consumed the midnight oil.
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
Even if you start your laundry before 8 AM on Saturday, you will not finish folding it until after midnight on Sunday.
But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, you're the love that I've looked for, come with me and escape.
I say that what one loves is best: The midnight fastness of the heart.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Shining in the midnight moonlight, while the King sings love me tender.
This will wreck you! Today, treat everyone you meet as if they're going to be dead by midnight. extend all the kindness and understanding you can, and do it with no thought of any reward.
I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.
Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.
Midnight Special on a sabre track movering movering, first stop Mercy and the last Hallelujah.
Around midnight I heard them shout unfaithful one and I knew right then the axe was gonna fall. It's because of me.
One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p. m. Midnight. Later.
I am now of all humors that have showed themselves humors since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
Let it never be said by future generations that indifference, cynicism or selfishness made us fail to live up to the ideals of humanism which the Nobel Peace Prize encapsulates. Let the strivings of us all, prove Martin Luther King Jr. to have been correct, when he said that humanity can no longer be tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war.
Stay up and really burn the midnight oil. There are no compromises.
In that moment, the machinery of the world lined up. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, and Hugo's future seemed to fall perfectly into place.
But you can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. ("The North")