Quotes About Night

Moonlight and high wind. Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

It is burning of the heart I want; this burning which is everything, More precious than a worldly empire, because it calls God secretly, in the night. (Rumi)

No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.

The silence was gone now, and the night was filled with voices—a chirp, a growl, a twitter—a burst of high-pitched laughter.

How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of the night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible. From all the measureless depths of air around us comes a half sound, a half whisper, as if we could hear the crumbling and falling away of the earth and all created things in the great miracle of nature?decay and reproduction?ever beginning, never ending?the gradual lapse and running of the sand in the great hour-glass of Time.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.

For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom.

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft charms, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.

So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away; I will go down to the chapel and pray.

Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night!

The first wild birds of the morning Are breaking out of the trees. And now the night is dying On the sharp edge of the stone. Let's find a corner of darkness Where I will love you always, And I won't care about people Or the poison that they spread.

Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm I thank thee, night for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out 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.

The moon is up, and yet it is not night, The sun as yet divides the day with her.

The blest are the dead, Who see not the sight Of their own desolation;   50 This work of a night — This wreck of a realm — this deed of my doing — For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so.

Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon...

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so." ? Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

Well, then, good night to you; you have no objection, I hope, to my being drunk to-night, which I certainly will be.

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.