Top 59 Night Owl Sayings
#1. God is an early bird; satan is a night owl. Everyone knows that.
Jon Acuff
#2. I am both a night owl and an early bird. So I am wise and I have worms.
Michael Scott
#3. I do not set specific work hours as some writers do. I generally stay with a chapter until I am satisfied, do very little rewriting, and if a scene is going well, I've been known to keep night owl hours.
Sharon Kay Penman
#4. I don't like the word 'poetry,' and I don't like poetry readings, and I usually don't like poets. I would much prefer describing myself and what I do as: I'm kind of a curator, and I'm kind of a night-owl reporter.
Tom Waits
#5. First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.
Marion Barry
#6. Now go to bed, you crazy night owl! You have to be at NASA early in the morning. So they can look for your penis with the Hubble telescope.
Tina Fey
#7. Night Owl: So what are you wearing?
M. Pierce
#9. I come alive at night. I'm such a night owl.
Mpho Koaho
#10. My toes are going to come,
-Mariann
The Night Owl
Emma Holly
#11. Basically, I am a night owl. My wife is an early bird, so she goes to bed around 9:30, and my kids are in bed about 8. So, if I am home, I will usually start writing about 9:30 and go till about 12:30 or 1:30, depending on what my energy level is.
Barack Obama
#12. I'm a bit of a night owl because that's when I feel the most creative and alive.
Christina Aguilera
#13. I have always been a night owl rather than a lark.
Sara Sheridan
#14. I am a night owl. I always have been ... and I'd like to think I always will be, although surely having children will put a stop to my nightly affairs with myself.
Rachel Nichols
#15. Sam was creative and dedicated, but his wasn't the plodding bright-and-early work ethic of the morning person, like mine. It was the crazy creative burst of the night owl, long dark hours of despair before dawn.
Jennifer Echols
#16. Not everyone is a morning person. Some of us perform better when we're actually awake. If you're also a night owl, take heart. Night owls are fun loving, seem to be more creative, and may even have a higher IQ than their morning person counterparts ([4]).
Charity Grant
#17. I'm a night owl for sure. I was born at 1 A.M., and that's the excuse I use.
Karla Souza
#18. I don't really start writing until later in the night. I'm a night owl.
Ester Dean
#20. Anna has confessed to being a night owl, mostly due to staying up reading.
Kristen Callihan
#21. I write in the mornings or afternoons - I'm not a night owl and can write for only four or five hours maximum.
Sarah Hall
#22. I'm a night owl, and luckily my profession supports that. The best ideas come to me in the dead of night.
Josh Fox
#23. When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)
Charles De Leusse
#25. No owl is afraid of the night, no snake of the swamp and no traitor of the treason!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#26. Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west:
The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light,
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
William Shakespeare
#27. The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lowly owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make,
Me music to my sorrow.
Anonymous
#28. The sun's down and the moon's pretty - it's time to ramble.
Elvis Presley
#29. I know you love to suck my dick Hannah, but I'll put it in your mouth when I want it there. You don't give me pleasure, do you understand? I take it from you.
M. Pierce
#30. This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you too.
Owl City
#31. I'll watch the night turn light blue, it's not the same without you cause it takes two to whisper quietly
Owl City
#32. But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when
I think of you I don't feel so alone
Owl City
#33. The attic of your beautiful throat
is laced with owl and cobweb. Night sings north,
the need of winter. Look up and know
what will become of us is stars.
Linda France
#34. The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to the woodwinds. Intermission: that is the darkness. The light feels like a vague scratching; it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
Ernst Junger
#35. I'm not an insomniac. It's just that my mind is in the best position to catch the weight of all hovering possibilities the moment I lie down.
Joyce Rachelle
#36. There is no such thing as loneliness. There is only the idea of loneliness.
M. Pierce
#37. Understanding is always in some sense retrospective, which is what Hegel meant by remarking that the owl of Minerva flies only at night.
Terry Eagleton
#38. Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping
Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star.
Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried,
Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
George Meredith
#39. We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails.
We let the stars shine into us.
David Almond
#40. Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound
where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
Munia Khan
#41. Then at night the general stillness is more impressive than any sound, but occasionally you hear the note of an owl farther or nearer in the woods, and if near a lake, the semihuman cry of the loons at their unearthly revels.
Henry David Thoreau
#42. Every morning I tell myself, "I'll sleep early tonight." And every night I say, "One more chapter.
Joyce Rachelle
#43. They did not hear Grimble, as he lay dying, chant in the true voice of the Boreal Owl, in tones like chimes in the night, an ancient owl prayer, "I have redeemed myself by giving belief to the wings of the young. Blessed are those who believe, for indeed they shall fly."
Kathryn Lasky
#44. A city sparkles in the night
How can it glow so bright?
The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light
Designer skyline in my head
Abstract and still well-read
You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead
Owl City
#45. A bird sings in the morning, an owl hoots at night ... it's still a bloody bird.
Oliver Reed
#46. And when the leaves return, and their whisperings fill the night, they'll freeze and burn, where fire and ice collide
Owl City
#47. This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.
Mervyn Peake
#48. Oft in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber,
By the flickering firelight,
Rising up between two sleepers,
Comes a spirit all in white.
Louisa May Alcott
#49. The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
William Blake
#51. The rat scuttles, the big cat creeps, the monkey dashes,
The bat glides, the white crane soars, the lizard darts,
And the owl hoots
In the middle of the night.
Sandy Fussell
#52. Be the night. Not the wind that stirs the trees, not even the soundless owl a-wing or the tiny mouse crouched motionless. Be the night that flows over all, touching without being felt. For night is a cat.
Robin Hobb
#53. Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it.
William Shakespeare
#54. Daughters of the Moon,
children of the Night,
rise like dew together
until the morning's light.
The owl's cry is our anthem,
our altar is the sky.
The Great Mystery is our Mother
to whom now, sisters, fly.
Louise Hawes
#56. He looked from His heavens and saw it was good, the toes and the crows all looked like they should. The bunny was quick, the finch bright as a daisy, the owl flew at night, and the tortoise was lazy.
Lois Greiman
#57. I've been sleeping with the night light unplugged
With a note on the rocking chair
It says I'm dreaming of the life I once loved
So wake me if you're out there
Owl City
#58. The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out.
Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.
Georges Bataille
#59. 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.
John Gay
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