Quotes About Night

the silver pepper of the stars.

Sono lo Sceicco d'Arabia Il tuo amore mi appartiene. Di notte, quando non riesci a dormire, ti adulerò nella tua tenda.

I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging sky and a lustreless moon. In the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels. Gravely the men turn in at a house—the wrong house. But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares.

Demek ki o haziran gecesi sadece y?ld?zlar? izlemiyormu?.

hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.

One night I did hear a material car there, and saw its lights stop at his front steps. But I didn't investigate. Probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn't know that the party was over.

The sky was low at night, full of the presence of a strange and watchful God.

Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace.

raging across Europe. Every night, families sat glued to the radio, listening to the news of Poland. Most still had relatives

Thank you for this morning light That saved us from the darkened night. Blessings for our health and friends, For peace and love we ask, Amen.

Walking on these streets, until the night falls, my life feels to me like the life they have. By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night, they're full of meaningless lack of it. By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no difference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things

O night in which the stars feign light, O night that alone is the size of the Universe, make me, body and soul, part of your body, so that—being mere darkness—I'll lose myself and become night as well, without any dreams as stars within me, nor a hoped-for sun shining with the future.

What matters is to be natural and calm In happiness and in unhappiness, To feel as if feeling were seeing, To think as if thinking were walking, And to remember, when death comes, that each day dies, And the sunset is beautiful, and so is the night that remains . . . That's how it is and how I want it to be . . .

By day I am nothing, by night I am I.

Ao toque adormecido da morfina Perco-me em transparências latejantes E numa noite cheia de brilhantes, Ergue-se a lua como a minha Sina.

Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Attraversa ancora la mia anima Come una scia di fuoco nella notte. Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Il resto… Sì, il resto è solo una parvenza di vita.

Dios me creó para que yo lo imitara de noche. Él es el Sol, yo soy la Luna. Mi luz flota sobre todo lo que es fútil o ha terminado, fuego fatuo, márgenes de río, pantanos y sombras.

By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night they're full of a meaningless lack of it.By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no diference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things.

Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful – only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

O Universo não é uma ideia minha. A minha ideia do Universo é que é uma ideia minha. A noite não anoitece pelos meus olhos. A minha ideia da noite é que anoitece por meus olhos. Fora de eu pensar e de haver quaisquer pensamentos A noite anoitece concretamente E o fulgor das estrelas existe como se tivesse peso.   Assim

All it would take to make a catalogue of monsters is to photograph in words the things the night brings to drowsy souls unable to sleep. These things have all the incoherence of dreams without the alibi of sleeping. They hover like bats over the soul's passivity, or like vampires that suck the blood of submission.

Ele dorme dentro da minha alma E às vezes acorda de noite E brinca com os meus sonhos. Vira uns de pernas para o ar, Põe uns em cima dos outros E bate as palmas sozinho Sorrindo para o meu sono.

Nem sei pensar, do sono que tenho; nem sei sentir, do sono que não consigo ter. Tudo no meu torno é o universo nu, abstrato, feito de negações noturnas.