Quotes About Night

I must become a borrower of the night.

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you I engraft you new.

This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. They exit.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?' 'Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear - Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The night is long that never finds the day.

There's meaning in thy snores.

Love's night is noon.

Invinge durerea, razi cat se poate, caci tot la zi ajunge si cea mai lunga noapte...

What, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be:

But all the story of the night told over, And all their minds transfigured so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images And grows to something of great constancy, But, howsoever, strange and admirable.

You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry "Hold, hold!

Cut him out in little stars.

Lo splendore del suo viso farebbe impallidire di vergogna quelle due stelle, come la luce del giorno fa impallidire la fiamma di un lume; e gli occhi suoi in cielo irradierebbero l'etere di un tale splendore che gli uccelli comincerebbero a cantare, credendo finita la notte.

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial

Who dares not stir by day must walk by night.

Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it.

That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel from an Ethiope's ear, beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream.

Caesar. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night.      Thrice

la negra noche del alma humana cuando millones de inocentes sufrían y morían bajo la dominación nazi.