Quotes About Night

Entrava dia e saía dia. As noites cobriam a terra de chofre. A tampa anilada baixava, escurecia, quebrada apenas pelas vermelhidões do poente.

Through the window a broken fingernail of moon was visible.

effects of her husband's lovemaking, but only one reliable method exists, and anyone who has come home after dark on the back road by the pond has heard the sad croaking of the Night Washerwomen who are condemned to wash the shrouds and corpses of the children that they killed.

If you happen to be out at night on the bike path without a light, ring your bell constantly. No bell? Then sing "Hotel Yorba" on a continuous loop, loud enough to warn the unseen.

E pareva giocasse nella notte morente, la luna, libera e sola nel deserto del cielo crepuscolare, sopra la terra ancora addormentata; e si nascondeva, e riappariva tra le fronde, e si specchiava nell'acqua destandovi mille sorrisi, compiacendosi a vedersi nuda, libera e sola.

From horizon to horizon the sky was filled with stars to within a few degrees of a fresh sliver of moon, a tiny thing lost in the yawn of night.

I work for a few at home who are devoted. People who are up now. Either they have some sort of bladder problem or they're extremely drunk. This is my crowd, these are the people I hope to get.

The languid afternoon. Insects, droning on into the night. Charon lies at the bottom of his rowboat, thinking about his life.

The headlights spilled over his shoulders, silhouetting his shadow on the concrete wall. He stared at it. It stared back.

His pleasures now were simple. Using his skills to help those not merely in need but also worthy. And sipping sparkling water alfresco on a glorious California night.

FOR MILES Your sound is faultless pure & round holy almost profound Your sound is your sound true & from within a confession soulful & lovely Poet whose sound is played lost or recorded but heard can you recall that 54 night at the Open Door when you & bird wailed five in the morning some wondrous yet unimaginable score?

Each night, I knelt on a marble slab and scrubbed at the blood. I scrubbed for years and still it was there. But tonight the bones in my feet begin to burn. I stand up and start walking, and the slab appears under my feet with each step, a white road only as long as your body.

Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day.

Boogey boogey boogey

a generation: the black night gave me black eyes still I use them to seek the light

Come night, strike the hour. Days go, I endure.

Come night, strike hour.Days go, I endure.

L'anémone et l'ancolie Ont poussé dans le jardin Où dort la mélancolie Entre l'amour et le dédain Il y vient aussi nos ombres Que la nuit dissipera Le soleil qui les rend sombres Avec elles disparaîtra Les déités des eaux vives Laissent couler leurs cheveux Passe il faut que tu poursuives Cette belle ombre que tu veux

My dreaming thoughts go barefoot in the evening.

Je buvais à pleins verres les étoiles

I would prefer day and night in the sphinxeries Wanting to know and thus, at last, be devoured there.

Leurs yeux étoiles bestiales Eclairent ma compassion Qu'importe ma sagesse égale Celle des constellations Car c'est moi seul nuit qui t'étoile

I believe that writers, unless they consider themselves terribly exquisite, are at heart people who live by night, a little bit outside society, moving between delinquency and conformity.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness…