Quotes About Night

The cessation of labor affords but the necessary occasion; makes it possible, as it were, for the occupant of an outlying station in the wilderness to return to his Father's house for fresh supplies…. The child-soul goes home at night, and returns in the morning to the labors of the school.

Chained is the Spring. The night-wind bold Blows over the hard earth; Time is not more confused and cold, Nor keeps more wintry mirth. Yet blow, and roll the world about; Blow, Time—blow, winter's Wind! Through chinks of Time, heaven peepeth out, And Spring the frost behind.

And we had met at last in this same cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love, and the odours that crept through the silence from the sleeping woods were the only signs of an outer world that invaded our solitude.

At night all cats are grey.

Now and again I go out at night and watch for meteors. The stars are a free show; it don't cost anything to use your eyes.

A few whiskies in dull bars, a visit or tow to the Empire promenade, a little whoring on the Q.T.; the sort of dingy, drabby fornications that you can imagine happening between Egyptian mummies after the museum is closed for the night.

But we were glad of our tea after the cold, restless night. I do not know what tramps would do without tea, or rather the stuff they miscall tea.

That night I was so excited over my success I could hardly sleep

In spite of the strife the stars were bright as crystal.

And we rode forward into the night, past the sleeping houses of our countrymen.

There was no moon.

No one stopped to consider what the degradation might be doing to my psyche. At night Connie would sing me to sleep and tell me not to worry, because the real me was deep inside and safe. I love her dearly but in retrospect she had no idea what she was talking about.

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

nightmares about

Creationists make it sound like a 'theory' is something you dreamt up after being drunk all night. Isaac Asimov, Russian-born American author

The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

I saw your sad as if a charity in radiant in night long morphic sheen and tears the tomb of your infinity. — Georges Bataille, from "Je revais de toucher" in "5 poems," Hyperion: On the Future of Aesthetics , a web publication of The Nietzsche Circle, Volume III, issue 4, December 2008

Poetry removes one from the night and the day at the same time. It can neither bring into question nor bring into action this world that bids me.

Non. Tu n'es plus le maître anonyme du monde, celui sur qui l'histoire n'avait pas de prise, celui qui ne sentait pas la pluie tomber, qui ne voyait pas la nuit venir.Tu n'es plus l'inaccessible, le limpide, le transparent. Tu as peur, tu attends. Tu attends, place Clichy, que la pluie cesse de tomber.

No, you are not the nameless master of the world, the one on whom history had lost its hold, the one who no longer felt the rain falling, who did not see the approach of night. You are no longer the inaccessible, the limpid, the transparent one. You are afraid, you are waiting. You are waiting, on Place Clichy, for the rain to stop falling.

Take trains, for instance. He was no longer a child, and it wasn't anything mechanical about them that attracted him. If he had a preference for night trains, it was because he sensed in them something strange, almost wicked

He was at the concert last night, and she looked at him as if he were her whole dependence and delight.' 'No, did she? I envy him. Not, of course, that I've the smallest desire that Fanny should bestow such a look upon me, but I wish that you would.

Bouncer suddenly achieved popularity with Mrs Barrow by catching a large rat in the larder, whither he had repaired in search of something to maintain his strength during the night watches. Mrs Barrow was moved to bestow on him a large ham-bone. He subsequently hid this under Elinor's bed, and his recollection of its whereabouts in the middle of the night, and insistent demands to be admitted into her room, were all that occurred to spoil her rest that night.

moonlight she saw a woman walking quietly away. Her feet did not go crunch, crunch. She walked softly in the tall beach grass.