Quotes About Night

The dawn of beauty always comes after night.

Praise day at night, and life at the end.

I spent one night in the hospital in my life. I was past 75 when that occurred.

Some designers retain a sense of humour about what they do, but others are deathly serious and have no life outside of it; they're lying awake night after night constructing dresses in their heads.

This was the way the night had cashed in. Choices had been made and things happened, and here we were. It was sad, and funny. My life was made of this. Stuff like this.

I feel like my life is just passing me by like two ships in the night. And I have missed both boats.

From early morning to late at night, it's such an interesting life, and I'm healthy and free, and that's not so easy with a family.

The warrior of the night knows the sacredness of warfare.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

The world has two faces :The day or the bright moment whenwe naturally stay alive (awake).The night or the dark moment whenwe naturally remain dead (sleep).

For example, if healthy 30-year-olds are sleep deprived for six days (averaging, in this study, about four hours of sleep per night), parts of their body chemistry soon revert to that of a 60-year-old.

Sweet the coming on / Of grateful evening mild; then silent night / With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, / And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

Midnight shout and revelry,Tipsy dance and jollity.

Sweet the coming onOf grateful ev'ning mild, then silent nightWith this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.

When nightDarkens the streets, then wander forth the sonsOf Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:At which the universal host up sentA shout that tore hell's concave, and beyondFrighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.

The starry copeOf heaven.

The sun to me is darkAnd silent as the moon,When she deserts the night,Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

How sweetly did they float upon the wingsOf silence, through the empty-vaulted night,At every fall smoothing the raven downOf darkness till it smil'd!

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

What hath night to do with sleep?

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend...