Quotes About Night

Writing is such a solitary existence, and I can only do it late at night.

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

Someone who's awake in the middle of the night is a soul consciousness when everyone else is asleep, and that creates a feeling of solitude in poetry that I very much like.

There's a line I have that our family was designed more for public than for private. But there are definitely some things that are only mine. I am someone who dreams at night, and you don't know what I'm dreaming.

I definitely am afraid of the dark. Somehow, in my mind I can always come up with some horrific stuff to worry about.

We take a last look out of the window at the night, and I send a silent wish to everyone out there for this kind of warmth.

It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.

Rubbing noses with me, she laughed, and I swear the Elysian night sang with the sound of it.

Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.

Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

Let go with me. Let me comfort you with my body...there's no shame in forgetting for a night even if you know you'll remember in the morning.

...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...

Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe...

It is raining at the top of my roof and I'am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.

The smell of hyacinths in the summer night air. At this moment, standing here with a boy I just met who already feels like home, I am overwhelmed with city love.

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.

And what did the North Star tell the Moon last night? He said "I love you!

With dark raven paper and twinkling white ink, I wrote my heart in the night's sky.

Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn

It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.

Just take my hand & let us dance under a chandelier of starlight.