Quotes About Night

Looking to the mountains around us, I saw that the mysterious artist who comes at night had paid us a visit. I wondered how he could paint so many different colors in one night; red, wine, yellow, and rust.

hound weren't the only ones awake that night.

A big grinning Ozark moon crawled up out of nowhere and seemed to say, "Hi, neighbor! I've been looking for you. It gets kind of lonesome out here. Welcome to the land of the Cherokee!

Why must you plague me with these questions in the middle of the night?

ahead in the soft and sighing darkness

Chi sarebbe stata quel mattino: l'allegra domestica che vedeva alla luce del giorno o la sconosciuta dalla bocca di seta che aveva incontrato in quella notte d'estate?

No operation of a war is more critical than a night-march.

Este método de vida respondía exactamente a las máximas del poeta Blake: «Pensar por la mañana, actuar al mediodía, comer por la tarde y dormir por la noche».

All's quiet along the Potomac to-night Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.

there were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. suitcases checked and standing side by side. one night, perhaps, the same dream grown hazy by morning. every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

We all use phrases such as 'the ordinary world,' 'ordinary life,' 'the ordinary course of events.' But in the language of poetry, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyone's existence in this world.

Y si todo esto sucede en un laboratorio? ¿Bajo sólo una lámpara de día y miles de millones por la noche?

where was she sleeping? Sleeping? As soon as I asked myself that, I became someone walking toward her in the night, down the hallway, barefoot, in just my shirt and pants, the tiny, just-a-tad twirl-up of her lip, slippery and reptilian, together with my cold and disagreeable rejection and estrangement from those I had left behind in Warsaw, drove me coldly toward her swinish lust which, somewhere here, in this sleeping house . . .Where was she sleeping?

When I am traveling in a carriage or walking after a good meal or during the night when I cannot sleep–it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly.

Es ist nicht wahr, dass die Nacht alles grau macht. Es ist ein unbeschreibliches, unnachahmliches Blaugrau – das Grau für die Katzen und das Blau für die Frauen –, das die Nacht so schwer und so süß ausatmet und das so berauscht, wenn es uns zwischen halb zehn Uhr abends und Viertel nach vier morgens anweht.

Schrei nicht los, wenn du eine halbe Stunde im Nebel stehst, nachts,einsam. Du triffst immer wieder auf die andern. Komm, Junge, werd nicht müde! Hör nicht hin auf die sentimentale Klimperei des süßen Xylophonspielers, hör nicht hin.

I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.

and I remember being a little drunk and viewing the Place de la Concorde lit up at night and it was so beautiful, and I shook my fist at Paris like a character in Balzac and said wistfully, "You old whore.

I had just been introduced to wine and I remember being a little drunk and viewing the Place de la Concorde lit up at night and it was so beautiful, and I shook my fist at Paris like a character in Balzac and said wistfully, "You old whore." Unfortunately, I was facing a lady tourist from Detroit at the time and she didn't appreciate it.

I began getting nauseated often, usually in the dead of night. I attributed it either to a fatal disease or her cooking, but my yearly physical had me in good health and the middle-of-the-night nausea set in even if we ate out.

I'd give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

Salir de noche y no mirar la luna es como dar el cuerpo sin alma.

Igual suenan las cinco de la mañana no hay nada escrito. Los semáforos aún grita ¡verde!, los ojos todavía ruegan ¡dame!, la noche se te estira y dictamina: ¡ten!

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.