Quotes About Nights

Love has bridged the high-rises of despair we were about to fall between. Love has been a penlight in the blackest, bleakest nights. Love has been a wild animal, a poultice, a dinghy, a coat. Love is why we have hope.

This is the only sun that you will ever see again. But a millennium of nights will be yours to see light as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars as if you were Prometheus an endless illumination by which to understand all things.

This is the only sun that you will ever see again. But a millenium of nights will be yours to see as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars as if you were Prometheus, an endless illumination by which to understand all things.

that moment, the two sylphs in the forest, only nights

She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells of tar and roses

ATLANTA NIGHTS not only changed my life, it changed my mind. An astonishing read, worth it at half the price.

Hence, all you vain delights,As short as are the nightsWherein you spend your folly!There's naught in this life sweetBut only melancholy;O sweetest melancholy!

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

The cholera makes me very frightened for my dearest people in London, and silence, the last longer than usual, ploughs up my days and nights into long furrows. The disease rages in the neighbourhood of my husband's family, and though Wimpole Street has been hitherto clear, who can calculate on what may be?

I have seen starry archipelagoes! and islandsWhose raving skies are opened to the voyager:Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep, in exile,A million golden birds, O future Vigor?

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

Those fine september nights, when the dew dropped On my face and I licked it to get drunk.

The greatmen-scholars pass their mornings in gambling, afternoon with women and nights with thieves. This is how they pass their time.

Time is only an idea. There is only the Reality. Whatever you think it is, it looks like that. If you call it time, it is time. If you call it existence, it is existence, and so on. After calling it time, you divide it into days and nights, months, years, hours, minutes, etc. Time is immaterial for the Path of Knowledge.

Somewhere—somewhere there had been peace. Turn the key the other way, and the dancers would dance backward, the music play backward, vanished nights reappear Ã¢â'¬Â¦

But strength still goes out from your thorns, and from your abysses the sound of music. Your shadows lie on my heart like roses and your nights are like strong wine.

All of the things that people said that I would experience - that idea that you suddenly have this new person in your life that you could love so much and that time will go incredibly quickly, but that the nights will seem incredibly long - all of that has been true, but it has been wonderful.

In February 2003, I signed a three-year contract with MSNBC to host a talk show. Having recently decided not to run again for governor of Minnesota, I was still a pretty hot commodity. The show was originally scheduled for an hour, four nights a week.

On the European nights, the corporate fans from overseas can't get tickets. It's mainly local fans. That's why the atmosphere is so great and the passion is so strong.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Je me souviens mal des jours. L'éclairement solaire ternissait les couleurs, écrasait. Des nuits, je me souviens.Le bleu était plus loin que le ciel, il était derrière toutes les épaisseurs, il recouvrait le fond du monde. Le ciel, pour moi, c'était cette traînée de pure brillance qui traverse le bleu, cette fusion froide au-delà de toute couleur.

The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours of sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers.