Quotes About Night

The night was very stark, alternate streams of town cars and chequered taxicabs, blaring horns busily staking claims—here is the road and here is the sidewalk. But the road looked so much livelier, what if I tried the road?

To live without self-respect is to lie awake some night, beyond the reach of warm milk, Phenobarbital,

It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a sky like that, I wish I could write music

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means.

We are in a great night of the world. The thing is to know if we shall wake up to-morrow. We have only one succor we know of what the night is made. But shall we be able to impart our lucid faith, seeing that the heralds of warning are everywhere few, and that the greatest victims hate the only ideal which is not one, and call it utopian?

I was not at ease that night. I was a prey to an immense distress. I sat as if I had fallen into my chair. As on the first day I looked at my reflection in the glass, and all I could do was just what I had done then, simply cry, "I!

And night came, as every night will come, until the last one, which will be too vast. There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living The last cry, as it was the first.

Jeg ville ønske, du aldrig var kommet så natten heller aldrig var gået. Og jeg ville ønske, du ikke var blevet så morgenen heller aldrig var kommet. Jeg ville ønske, det aldrig blev sommer så sommeren altid var på vej.

For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in its stream of stars—pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. By day, space is one with the earth and with man--it is his sun that is shining, his clouds that are floating past; at night, space is his no more.

The dusky night rides down the sky,And ushers in the morn;The hounds all join in glorious cry,The huntsman winds his horn,And a-hunting we will go.

Prose is not to be read aloud but to oneself alone at night, and it is not quick as poetry but rather a gathering web of insinuations which go further than names however shared can go. Prose should be a long intimacy between strangers with no direct appeal to what both may have known. It should slowly appeal to feelings unexpressed, it should in the end draw tears out of the stone ...

Here in this moment we are beautiful, nocturnal creatures and our thoughts and words are jewels guarded by the moon.

I want to walk in the desert tonight. I want the wind to pass over me. I want to let the poison bleed through the soles of my feet into the desert floor. I want to starve the monster. I want to punish it with thoughts of clean night wind. The

Alone in cities all over the world. My secret happiness. No one recognizes me. I walk invisibly amongst the species. I wish this night would last forever or that I could live forever in it. It's all I need. In these dark hours, I command time and live life, it's not living me. Fanatic.

don't need to be with anyone, don't want someone to travel with or talk to. This is all I need. The simplicity of it holds great appeal. I've found the right combination. Music, the note pad, coffee and being alone at night. Good to go. Doing this all over the world is as good as it gets.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Dear Night! this world's defeat;The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb;The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreatWhich none disturb!Christ's progress, and His prayer-time;The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.

I saw Eternity the other night Like a great Ring of pure and endless light.

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright;

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!