Gnight Quotes

Gmorning! You're gonna make mistakes. You're gonna fail. You're gonna get back up. You're gonna break hearts. You're gonna change minds. You're gonna make noise. You're gonna make music. You're gonna be late, let's GO. Gnight! You're gonna fall down. You're gonna be tested. You're gonna learn about yourself. You're gonna get brave. You're gonna take stands. You're gonna make waves. You're gonna make history. You're gonna need rest, REST UP.

Gmorning. YOU ARE SO LOVED AND WE LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND. *ties one end of this sentence to your heart, the other end to everyone who loves you, even the ones you haven’t heard from for a while* *checks knots* THERE. STAY PUT, YOU. Gnight. YOU ARE SO LOVED AND WE LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND. *ties one end of this sentence to your heart, the other end to everyone who loves you in this life, even if clouds obscure your view* *checks knots* THERE. STAY PUT, YOU. TUG IF YOU NEED ANYTHING.

Gmorning. Allow for the possibility that the best of you is still inside you, waiting to emerge. Prepare the way, bit by bit.

Good Morning Don't wait on anyone to make your favorite thing Make your own favorite thing Go

Gmorning. This feeling will pass. This workload will pass. These people will pass. But look at you, with the gift of memory. You can time travel to the good stuff just by closing your eyes & breathing. Then come right back to now, eyes up for the good stuff ahead. You magic thing. Gnight. This moment will pass. This fatigue will pass. Tonight will pass. But look at you, with the gift of imagination. You can teleport to where you're happiest just by closing your eyes and breathing. Then come right back to now, check in with the present. You magic thing, you.

Gmorning November You lurch & you lumber From bonfire to ember From waking to slumber You deaden the grass & you piss in the pot The birds all haul ass And the pumpkins all rot Remember, November: Momentous elections Ignite us, divide us, Divine new directions November— Chill. Gnight, November Come in from the cold We're making hot cocoa with WHOLE milk: we're bold. CHILL, November. CHILL.

Good morning. You got a good head on your shoulders. As for your shoulders? F***ing magnificent. GO get ’em today.

I was never going to get another text from Bay. I was never going to make her forehead crinkle with my words, or hear her laugh in that surprised way she had when she tried and failed to suppress it, never going to hear her quiet intake of breath when she realised we were about to kiss, and never going to hear her sleepily say ‘G’night, Charlie’ on the other end of the phone. A thousand tiny nothing moments that were collectively every fucking thing I’d ever wanted.

Good morning. Your very presence is intoxicating. Good night. Your very absence is sobering.

Your mind is yours alone. Do what it takes to make yourself comfy. Build a library in there, play some music. Make it your home.

Gmorning. This feeling will pass. This workload will pass. These people will pass. But look at you, with the gift of memory. You can time travel to the good stuff just by closing your eyes & breathing. Then come right back to now, eyes up for the good stuff ahead. You magic thing. Gnight. This moment will pass. This fatigue will pass. Tonight will pass. But look at you, with the gift of imagination. You can teleport to where you're happiest just by closing your eyes and breathing. Then come right back to now, check in with the present. You magic thing, you.

You are perfectly cast in your life. I can’t imagine anyone but you in the role. Go play.

Good morning. I'm tired. I bet you're tired. But we're awake and alive and that's enough. C'mon. C'mon. Good night. I'm tired. I bet you're tired. But we're awake and alive and that's enough. C'mon. C'mon.

Gmorning and a kiss on every letter in your blessed name Gnight and a kiss on every letter in your blessed name

Gmorning. Did you also forget to get the lifetime warranty for your peace of mind? Saaaaame Here I got some home remedy sh*t *opens bag full of creams, alcolado, encouragement, distractions, this gif of a baby panda* Gnight. Did you also forget to get the lifetime warranty for a good night's sleep? Saaaaame Here I got some Chicken Soup For The Soul type sh*t *opens bag full of lavender sh*t, dreams, alcolado, deep breaths, flights of fantasy, this bunny at a piano*

If the day looms too large, kick it in the shins so it has to face you.

Our goodbye felt less like an end and more like a pause –– an ellipsis rather than a period.

Do not get stuck in the comment section of life today.

You are not defined by the speed of your surroundings, your mind is racing.

There was something quite beautiful about finding such a profound connection with an absolute stranger. In a city as densely populated as New York, the ratio of oddballs and jerks often seems to outnumber the sane ones. But tonight, I had found that rare gem.

You have your choices. Do what makes you happy. You can always discover yourself without losing who you are in the process.

Life had become a constant battle against the ordinary, a struggle to keep the flame of creativity alive amidst the downpour of routine.

After Sunday sunset comes the days outside of the usual grind. Days when you can just be yourself. No one is breathing down your neck, telling you what to do. I don't know, something like that.

I couldn’t help but think, wasn’t it crazy how a song can do that? How it could make you feel seen, understood, and be part of something bigger. And I looked at Sara, and I knew she got it. She really got it.

You're young, and that means you have the privilege to make mistakes. That's the beauty of youth. And you have all the time in the world to correct them. You'll never know if something will work unless you take the risk. Give it a shot

G'night, Van. Love you.

He didn’t ask anything more of me. He didn’t try to fill the silence. He just gave me the space to break, to fall apart completely in the wake of all I’d lost.

No matter how far I ran, how hard I fought, the leash was always there. Loose enough to keep me running in circles, but never enough to set me free.

Don’t wait on anyone to make your favorite thing. Make your own favorite thing.

You will have to say no to things to say yes to your work. It will be worth it.

Good morning. Eyes up. Hearts up. Minds sharp. Compassion on full blast. Okay, let's go.

Words fail us, often, but when we put 'em together the right way they can pull boulders out of us.

My parental unit who is at this moment violating my personal space and reading my text over my shoulder wants me to finish homework so I GTG. CU2moro! Gnight. Summer

Gmorning from your favorite cup Fill ‘em up, fill yourself up Gnight from your favorite cup Fill ‘em up, fill yourself up

Good morning! Give your time, give your heart, give your talent, give someone something new. It feels incredible. Good night! Give your time, give your heart, give your service, give someone something you made. It feels incredible.

Gmorning to your heart, pumping that oxygen-rich blood to every part of you, dedicating every chamber to your survival; and even when you SWEAR it’s broken, it keeps beating, it keeps time, it keeps you right here with us, bless your heart Gnight to your miraculous mind, running the whole show, doing its best to organize itself and your place in the world, an impossible task, given the world; Give it breaks, Give it rest, Give it music (that bumps in both hemispheres) Give it help, Give yourself what you need ❤️

Gnight. Sometimes there's traffic in every lane, a galaxy of folks moving in the same direction. Peace to the kids asleep in backseats, peace to the miracles of merging lanes, wherein we inch forward and learn to let each other in, and peace and patience to you, on your way home.

Gmorning! I wish you clarity today. Clarity of thought, clarity of expression, and a direct line between what you feel and what to do about it. Gnight! I wish you clarity tonight. Clarity of self, clarity of purpose, and a direct line between who you want to be and how to get there.

In your corner even in the roundest of rooms, on your side even when it makes the see-saw kind of boring.

You take everything ugly and make it beautiful. You find the good when there’s none left to see. Thank you. For all of it. I’m so grateful.

You’ve been my light in every darkness, Sara. Every moment with you has been worth more than a thousand lifetimes anywhere else.

I’ve loved you since the first sunset we shared. Your soul is my home. And every moment I’ve had with you, every second, has been a gift I’ll cherish until my very last breath.

Good morning, he said. Be at home in your head. Make sure joy is well fed don’t let joy hog the bed.

When you’re handed a clock with someone’s life ticking against it, every second matters. Each breath, each moment—they cling to you, burn into you—like they’re the last you’ll ever get

Not everything could be repaired. Not everything had to be. But maybe, just maybe, life could still be whole, even with its cracks. And maybe, if we were lucky, we’d find something beautiful in what remained.

.... as the colors faded and the sun sank, I could feel that same quiet, inevitable departure. The way the light disappeared was like the way he’d gone, leaving me with nothing but shadows and the faint memory of warmth.

Gmorning. Consider the headache that waits for caffeine. Consider the silence that waits for music. Consider the shoreline that waits for the tide to come in. Now consider what YOU’RE waiting for, And what simply won’t wait anymore. Gnight. Consider the heartbreak that waits for relief. Consider the treasure that waits for discovery. Consider the crops that wait for rain. Now consider what YOU’RE waiting for, And what waits for you while you wait.

Good Morning! Good Morning! Let's make some new mistakes! Let's find the things worth saving in the mess our living makes! Good Night! Good Night! Let's make some new mistakes! Let's stumble toward success and pack some snacks for little breaks!

Gmorning. Outside, the wind roars, tectonic plates shift, the trains race But INSIDE YOURSELF, your mind is your own, and you’re the only one who can reach the lights, the remote, and the thermostat. Settings how you need them. Make yourself at home. Gnight. Outside, the rain falls, the sea rises, the fires burn But INSIDE YOURSELF, your mind is your own, you’re drawing the blinds, you’re the only one who can reach the lights, the remote, and the thermostat. Make yourself at home.

On completely unrelated note do yu guys want to sleep over my house 2moro night? Charlotte Cody Yea! Let me ask my mom. BRB Summer Dawson Sounds fun. Just us? Ximena Chin Ya. COme @ 6? Summer Dawson OK Charlotte Cody My mom says fine so long as your parents home? Ximena Chin Natch. Charlotte Cody My parental unit who is at this moment violating my personal space and reading my text over my shoulder wants me to finish homework so I GTG. CU2moro! Gnight. Summer Dawson Nighty night! Ximena Chin Til 2moro! Cant wait! xo

Gmorning. Grateful for growing pains, Grateful for the lines on my face, Grateful for the crick in my neck, Grateful for hot showers, Grateful for broken coffee machines, Grateful for the thumbs typing this, Grateful for another day alive at the same time as you. Gnight. Grateful for long days, Grateful for aches and pains, Grateful for quick pad thai delivery, Grateful for hot baths, Grateful for early work calls tomorrow, Grateful for the thumbs typing this, Grateful for another day alive at the same time as you.

Gmorning from the longest hair on your head to the tiniest nail on your pinky toe from your longest scar to your achiest joints & everything in between Everything you got is perfect and not because it’s perfect but because it’s yours It’s yours yours yours Let’s go Gnight from your carefully nursed, unrequited crushes from cracked knuckles & cheering for winning home teams from your rituals to your whims & everything in between Everything you got is perfect & not because it’s perfect but because it’s yours It’s yours yours yours Rest up

Gmorning to the struggling (he wrote, knowing all of us are struggling) to the tired (he wrote, feeling pretty tired himself) to the living (he wrote, covering his bases) to the dead (he wrote, for we are never gone) & to you, doing your best (I know you are, pal, I see you) Gnight to those still searching (he wrote, knowing all of us are searching) to the weary (he wrote, feeling pretty weary himself) to those alive (he wrote, covering the bases) to those yet to live (for future generations) & to you, doing your best (I know, love, I know you are)

MICHAEL (standing up and stretching) Gosh, Steve. I don't know how to thank you. STEVE (also standing) Hey, don't thank me. It means you haven't got any excuse now not to get back to work. They are facing each other. STEVE is looking into MICHAEL's eyes. MICHAEL (embarrassed) So... STEVE (also slightly awkward) Right. Well, I guess I'd better be... MICHAEL, surprising himself, silently pulls STEVE towards him. He puts a hand on his cheek. STEVE stares at MICHAEL, unable to move. The feeling of MICHAEL's hand on his cheek is like an electric shock. MICHAEL (whispering, hardly audible) I mean it, really... thanks. He leans forward and kisses STEVE on the lips. STEVE puts his arms round MICHAEL's neck and holds him tightly. MICHAEL suddenly ends the kiss and pulls away. He goes to the door, opens it and says, in a clear voice. MICHAEL Goodnight, then, Steve. STEVE (disappointed, hurt) Right... sure. G'night. MICHAEL immediately closes the door loudly, before STEVE has had a chance to leave. MICHAEL puts a finger to his lips. STEVE suddenly understands. He smiles in radiant relief, pure love and joy in his eyes. They embrace.

Peeking into the living room through the bathroom's connecting door, she called out, "You gonna be okay out there, Owen?" He was lying on his back, long flannel-pajama-clad legs crossed at the ankle and arm up over hi head. Cover off to the side. No shirt. Jeez, his chest was broad and defined, stomach cut with ridges of muscles. He turned a lazy gaze from the fire to where she stood in the doorway. "I'm god. Thank you, for everything." Good, indeed. She'd never look at that couch the same way again. She hugged herself. "Okay, well, give a shout if yuo need anything, or just help yourself. G'night.

We have snacks, everybody!” “Where’d you get them from, Delaware?” Ben asked. He was glaring behind me, where Sage leaned casually against the wall. “Practically,” I said. “My fault-I was dying for Red Hots. Pretty much impossible to find. So what movie are we watching?” Back in the cave, Sage had told me I wasn’t much of an actress, and apparently he was right. I thought I put on a brilliant show, but Ben’s eyes were filled with suspicion, Rayna looked like she was ready to pounce, and Sage seemed to be working very hard to stifle his laughter. Rayna yawned. “Can’t do it. I’m so tired. I’m sorry, but I have to kick you guys out and get some sleep.” She wasn’t much better at acting than I was. I knew she wanted to talk, but the idea of being away from Sage killed me. “No worries,” I said. “I can bring he snacks to the guys’ room. We can watch there and let you sleep.” “Great!” Ben said. Rayna gaped, and in the space of ten seconds, she and I had a full conversation with only our eyes. Rayna: “What the hell?” Me: “I know! But I want to hang out with Sage.” Rayna: “Are you insane?! You’ll be with him for the rest of your life. I’m only with you until morning!” I couldn’t fight that one. She was right. “Actually, I’m pretty tired too,” I said. I even forced a yawn, though judging from Sage’s smirk, it wasn’t terribly convincing. “You sure?” Ben asked. He was staring at me in a way that made me feel X-rayed. “Positive. Take some snacks, though. I got dark chocolate M&Ms and Fritos.” “Sounds like a slumber party!” Rayna said. “Absolutely,” Sage deadpanned. “Look out, Ben-I do a mean French braid.” Ben paid no attention. He had moved closer and was looking at me suspiciously, like a dog whose owner comes from after playing with someone else’s pet. I almost thought he was going to smell me. “G’night,” he said. He had to brush past Sage to get to the door, but he didn’t say a word to him. Sage raised an amused eyebrow to me. “Good night, ladies,” he said, then turned and followed Ben out. It hurt to see him go, like someone had run an ice cream scoop through my core, but I knew that was melodramatic. I’d see him in the morning. We had our whole lives to be together. Tonight he could spend with Ben. I laughed out loud, imagining the two of them actually cheating, snacking, and French braiding each other’s hair as they sat cross-legged on the bed. Then a pillow smacked me in the side of the head. “’We can watch there and let you sleep’?” Rayna wailed. “Are you crazy?” “I know! I’m sorry. I took it back, though, right?” “You have two seconds to start talking, or I reload.” Before now, if anyone had told me that I could have a night like tonight and not want to tell Rayna everything, I’d have thought they were crazy. But being with Sage was different. It felt perfectly round and complete. If I said anything about it, I felt like I’d be giving away a giant scoop of it that I couldn’t ever get back. “It was really nice,” I said. “Thanks.” Rayna picked up another pillow, then let it drop. She wasn’t happy, but she understood. She also knew I wasn’t thanking her just for asking, but for everything. “Ready for bed?” she asked. “We have to eat the guys to breakfast so they don’t steal all the cinnamon rolls.” I loved her like crazy.

I slept without a Gnight I wike up without a Gmorning and I can live without an I'm proud of you because in the end we only have ourselves.

G’night, luv.

When the last of the dishes were put up, the floor swept, the Open sign turned off and the door latched, Preacher trudged slowly up the stairs to his old room. When he got there he found Christopher was jumping on the bed while beside it Paige stood holding his pajama top, trying to get him to settle down after his bath. She threw a look over her shoulder with a wan smile that said she was coming to the end of her rope. After all, she’d been trapped in the plane and car with him much of the day. “Okay, cowboy,” Preacher said, coming forward. He took the top out of Paige’s hands and held it for the boy. Christopher slipped his arms in and turned around so that Preacher could snap it up the back. “That a boy,” he said. Paige put a hand on Preacher’s forearm and said, “Please tuck in the cowboy and I’ll meet you downstairs.” Christopher lunged at Preacher, jumping on him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist, hugging him tight. “Wanna kiss Mommy good-night?” Preacher asked. Christopher leaned around Preacher a little, puckering, but didn’t let go. He got his kiss and Paige left them alone. “In you go,” Preacher said. “Read,” he said. “Aw, c’mon. It’s been a long day.” “Read,” he said. “One page.” “Okay, one page.” Preacher sat on the bed beside him and accepted the book. He read three pages. “Now you have to settle down.” He started whining and wiggling around. “Did someone give you sugar?” Preacher asked him. “Get into bed. Enough of this.” He tucked the covers around him and kissed his head. “See you happy in the morning.” “G’night,” Christopher said, snuggling down in the bed. When

Gmorning from me, the wrong side of the bed It was nice waking up with you, Though I know you blame me for all manner of calamity. Sorry. This I promise: Your sh**ty morning/day/week/year is NOT a life sentence Roll over Get up Let’s go Gnight from me, your waiting bed. I don't have any answers, & I don't know which side of me will be wrong in the morning. This I promise: You do not need to bring the day/week/life you've had to your dreams tonight; the cool side of the pillow awaits, unburden yourself I got you

Dumbledore finally, “that’s that. We’ve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.” “Yeah,” said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, “I’d best get this bike away. G’night, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore

G’night, Professor

I’m not being exclusive but I wanted 2 send a simple text 2 the 2 of u & say gnight & luv you guys & can we please be BFF forever? GABRIELLE OF COURSE

Good morning, you Matryoshka dolls, you carry so many versions of yourself around inside you. Take a seat, chill for a minute. Good night, you Matryoshka dolls, stack 'em up and pack 'em in. You contain multitudes.

Gmorning. Try and face the world with your best self, even if the world doesn't respond in kind. Don't do them, do you. Gnight. Tomorrow we try again. Rest up.

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Above the dunes of Pawleys Island a choir of sea oats bent westward, tickling the sunset and waving g'night.

I couldn’t help but think, wasn’t it crazy how a song can do that? How it could make you feel seen, understood, and be part of something bigger." – Heck Archibald of Gnight, Sara / 'Night, Heck

I couldn’t help but think, wasn’t it crazy how a song can do that? How it could make you feel seen, understood, and be part of something bigger.

Gmorning to the miracle (psst that’s you, you’re the miracle) Gnight to the miracle (Quit looking around, you’re the miracle, YOU)

Gmorning... *TGIF-style theme song plays* THE MORNING TWEET IS ON YOUR PHONE YOU START YOUR DAY, YOU’RE NOT ALONE WHEN DREAMS ARE JUST AROUND THE BEND YOU RIIIIIISE *we see the skyline of your town* GMOOOOOORNING YOUUUUU *You turn to the camera mid-activity, smile* Gnight *credits roll* *freeze frames from your day roll past as a jazzy instrumental version of your theme music plays* STAY TUNED FOR PERFECT STRANGERS

Pain, joy, frustration, euphoria, everything. It all passes. It all keeps moving. Wherever you are is temporary. Rage, bliss fatigue, rapture, everything. It all passes. It all keeps moving. Where you are is fleeting.

I don’t know how to tell you this, But, You’re not perfect. You never will be. You keep growing and messing up And learning, And your quirks become strengths. You are so much better than perfect. And todays fuckup becomes a Turning point once you survive it And you see it behind you. You leave perfect in the dust, You just keep going.