Quotes About Night

You know, said Port, and his voice sounded unreal, as voices are likely to do after a long pause in an utterly silent spot, the sky here's very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it's a solid thing up there, protecting us from what's behind. Kit shuddered slightly as she said: From behind? Yes. But what is behind? Her voice was very small. Nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.

Before her eyes was the violent blue sky— nothing else. For an endless moment she looked into it. Like a great overpowering sound it destroyed everything in her mind, paralyzed her. Someone once had said to her that the sky hides the night behind it, shelters the person beneath from the horror that lies above. Unblinking, she fixed the solid emptiness, and the anguish began to move in her. At any moment the rip can occur, the edges fly back, and the giant maw will be revealed.

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He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful. - Tim Latimer

Ah, but LSU is a very intoxicating place-- and I'm not talking about the alcohol that flows so freely there on a Saturday night.

And when the sun sets...then the night magic spreads out above your head; worlds and universes a-borning and a-dying—stars and planets and galaxies. And the bigger the telescope they can make, and the farther into the beyond they are able to penetrate, the greater grows the mystery.

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me. Shine until tomorrow, let it be

So We'll Go No More a-Roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

Before I left the house I put my head into the boys' bedroom. The room was cool but the children seemed to radiate warmth - their glow was in the air - and this warmth from such a small bed I associated with their good hearts. They still smelled soapily of their baths, and I kissed their warm cheeks and whispered good night. What is it in darkness that makes us whisper?

During the day the Mexican towns are tranquil enough; after dark, not so much.

Why see death as a hangman when it is truer to see it as a harvester leveling the earth with its scythe? Oddly, we take hope from the seasons — the rebirth of spring after the death of winter — or from the rising and setting of the sun. But no spring, no dawn beyond death, has ever been proven. Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

People always tell you that night school is a good thing,' I said. 'But they are the same people who go home after a day's work and eat and snooze and listen to the radio. You students are doing one of the hardest things in the world- studying at night, when you're tired ...

Any advice for me? I'm driving south." "Don't drive at night. You'll be fine. You'll learn a lot. And Mexico City is a lot safer than it used to be.

Above and behind them the Dipper turned on its great handle as if to pour night itself out onto the dreaming continent and each of its seven stars gleamed from between the fitful clouds.

Those who love God, and by Him abandoned in the dark of night, are guilty, /because/ they are abandoned. They cast back into their memories, searching for their sins.

The night is just a part of the day

It feels like my soul is slowly leaving my body and heading off to an unknown place, some safe place where it doesn't have to put up with me and my night terrors.

Of course, and the reason is very simple: routines give them the false sensation of being safe. Thus, today will be exactly like yesterday, and tomorrow will bring no surprises. When night falls, part of the soul complains that nothing different was experienced, but another part is content - paradoxically, it is for the same reason.

Let yourself get carried away by the night from time to time. Look up at the stars and try to get drunk on the sense of infinity. The night, with all its charms, is also a path to enlightenment. Just as a dark well has thirst-quenching water at its bottom, the night, whose mystery brings us closer to the mystery of God, has a flame capable of enkindling our soul hidden in its shadows.

when the unwanted Guest Arrives i might be afraid i might be smile or say : my day was good let night fall

Because what looks like crazy on an ordinary day can look like love howling if you see it in the moonlight.

However impatient she might be in the day, however filled with little sudden angers, at night she was all tenderness.

This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.