Quotes About Night

Did I love her? Did the earth go around the sun? Did night follow day?

Some people are good at taking decisions. I am not one of them. Some people fall asleep quickly at night. I am not one of them either. It is 3 in the morning. I have tossed and turned in bed for two hours. I am to get married in fifteen hours. We have over 200 guests in the hotel, here to attend my grand destination

E quando amanhece, não é o dia que nasce no horizonte, é a noite que se recolhe no fundo do vale

Throughout the night he spun a thread... Each radius exactly drawn With trellised filaments between, And over all bright diamonds shone; In meshed and tenuous design It was a fragile, wayside sonnet— The maker, heedless of acclaim, Had left no signature upon it.

Of course everything is blooming most recklessly: if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, — that is your success.

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars! Still, nodding night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!

Morning breaks the mystery of night with her delicately blazing pastel light.

Night embraces the quiet dark sky Until it sparks alive with morning light

The average income of the modern teenager is about 2 a.m.

A girl without freckles is like a night without stars.

Channels are blocked in the mind, from the day. Lie down in blackness of night, forgotten remnants rush to the mind, or creeping slowly appear in the dreams.

If stars were notes upon a musical sky the night what a song of beauty!

Clouds tie-dye the night.

...the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates...

The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known... And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.

Night-time moon — glowing, muted, soft distant light to soothe our harshly lit days

...there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night...

The stars were mingled with my dreams...

...see, when I talk of eyes, the stars come out! Whose eyes are they? If they are angels' eyes, why do they look down here and see good men hurt, and only wink and sparkle all the night?

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

Under the stars, the world is a different place.

Now rising you may see with naked eye The brilliant Star in Corde Scorpii, Whose changing colours on a Summer's night, When culminating, shine so clear and bright, And twinkling change with red and silver light.

My soul lives somewhere between silence and the moon.