Quotes About Night

Und da verließ ich sie mit dem Versichern: sie selbigen Tags nochzu sehn, und hab mein Versprechen gehalten, und seit der Zeit können Sonne, Mond und Sternege ruhig ihre Wirthschaft treiben, ich weis weder daß Tag noch daß Nacht ist, und die ganze Welt verliert sich um mich her.

A criada veio abri-la muito cautelosamente e respondeu a todas as perguntas de Carlota, informando que seu pai e as crianças estavam bem e dormiam ainda. Deixei-a, então, pedindo que me permitisse ir ve-la naquele mesmo dia. Ela consentiu e eu voltei lá. A partir desse momento, o sol, a lua e as estrelas podem continuar a brilhar, sem que eu de por isso. Não sei mais se faz dia ou noite; o universo inteiro pão mais existe para mim.

Herrlich glänzte der Mond, der volle, vom Himmel herunter;

I suppose I could walk back.The house isn't that far away." He lifted a black brow at her. "You'd rather walk a mile than ask me to take you back?" The answer was absolutely yes, but she wasn't going to embarrass them both by saying it. At least she had an excuse to avoid such close contact with him, which she really didn't think she could handle. Being this close to him was bad enough because it was reminding her about that kiss the other night...

It is 2:06 am, one of 1488 nights that I lie awake trying to make sense of it all, trying to find an ounce of inspiration so I can convert it to a pound of energy - Energy so needed to just win the next day.

Darkness fell like a wet sponge.

This is written in the night. In war the dark is on nobody's side, in love the dark confirms that we are together.

Those who first invented and then named the constellations were storytellers. What it changed was the way people read the night sky.

Remember the Medici tomb with the figures of Night and Day, Dusk and Dawn? Two reclining men and two reclining women. The women modestly fold their legs together. Both men part their legs and, pushing, lift their pelvises, as though waiting for a birth. Not a birth of flesh and blood and not – heaven forbid – of symbols either. The birth they await is of the indescribable and endless mystery which their bodies incarnate

Lumpini Park at night: love at its cheapest, but the incidence of HIV is said to be over 60 per cent. In the darkness: furtive movement on benches and on the grass, muted moans and whispers, rustlings of large animals in heat, the intensity of the atomic fusion of sec and death (highly addictive, they say).

All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is a sort of complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl.

the important questions are answered by not liking only but disliking and accepting equally what one likes and dislikes. Otherwise there is no access to the dark night of the soul.

those who see the nightly splendor of the moon are possessed by perverse ingratitude if they do not recognize the goodness of God.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

I nipped into this sanctuary late this afternoon and soon heard the dying footfalls of closing time. From now on, my only effort will be to dodge the night watchman. Poets can dodge.

There are some young almond tress, which ordinarily look as if drawn by a childish hand. Now, as the wind sets their weak branches gibbering, they seem like shamanistic scratches on the white bone of the brittle bright night.

She was night without the promise of dawn, darkness without light.

The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.

It rained throughout that night, breaking the shell

And I told him that I believed in God because I had seen His opposite. I had seen all that He was not, and been touched by it, and so I could no more deny the possibility of an ultimate goodness to set against such depravity than I could deny that daylight followed darkness, and night the day.

But now the mystic night has passed; the cock has crowed, the goat's abroad. Black things of night, the bat, the bug, have flown away; the flowers have opened their cups to catch the sun.

It is not a question of finding an answer to the night of truth, but of sitting up with one another through the night... of dividing the abyss in half, in a companionship that is its own meaning.

We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.

'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas night?Love which in spite of darkness brought us hitherShould in despite of light keep us together.