Quotes About Night

I'll worship animals in the night, I'll lay violent hands on the holiest icons, I'll clutch at all lies, I'll grow bestial in my dreams and will allow myself to be slaughtered like a beast.

The world is a den of thieves, and night is falling. Evil breaks its chains and runs through the world like a mad dog. The poison affects us all. No one escapes. Therefore let us be happy while we are happy. Let us be kind, generous, affectionate and good. It is necessary and not at all shameful to take pleasure in the little world.

Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky... Nice work if you can get it And you can get it -- if you try.

On such a night,' I thought, 'were ill and good, Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry, All mingled into one And pressed against my heart.

And it was then that I knew what it means to be lucky--lucky to have met a person during those three minutes of the day that he's good. Because I have a lot of time on my hands--you can imagine that that adds up. there are 24 hours in a day, and half of that is night. That leaves you with 12. And that's 12 times 60 minutes, that is, 720 minutes minus three minutes of goodness still leaves you with 717 minutes worth of nasty ordinary person.

We slept, all six of us, beneath a wooden roof that let in the stars, warming one another, our legs intermingled. I dreamed: and in my dreams saw women. But my heart, stained with bloodshed, grated and brimmed over.

Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it's dark

The questions that keep us up at night are the questions which drive us during the day.

The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.

El mundo se dirige hacia la tumba como la noche hacia el alba.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

whole time. Partway through the night he began to keep so ostentatiously

Count your nights by stars, not shadows; count your life with smiles, not tears.

You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.

In the midst of a thick forest, there was a castle that gave shelter to all travelers overtaken by night on their journey: lords and ladies, royalty and their retinue, humble wayfarers.

Imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave-What story down there awaits its end? - he asks, anxious to hear the story.

Night fell, the first I had spent not embracing a rock, and perhaps for this reason it seemed cruelly shorter to me. The light tended at every moment to erase Ayl, to cast a doubt on her presence, but the darkness restored my certainty she was there.

and the emptied sky gaped like an abyss where, at the bottom, the stars had begun multiplying, and the night poured a river of emptiness over me, drowned me in dizziness and alarm.

I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

Non c'è notte di luna in cui negli animi malvagi le idee perverse non s'aggroviglino come nidiate di serpenti e in cui negli animi caritatevoli non sboccino gigli di rinuncia e dedizione.

tal como todavía la recuerdo, tal como incluso ahora que la Luna se ha convertido en ese pequeño círculo plano y lejano, siempre la voy buscando con la mirada en cuanto en el cielo aparece el primer gajo; y cuanto más crece más me imagino verla, a ella o alguna cosa de ella pero nada más que a ella, en cien, en mil vistas distintas, a ella que hace Luna a la Luna y que en cada luna llena obliga a los perros a aullar durante toda la noche y a mí con ellos.

I have dizzy spells when I least expect them, even if there is no danger in sight…Altitude or depth makes no difference…if I gaze at the sky at night, and I think of the distance of the stars…Or even in the daytime…if I were to lie down here, for example, with my eyes facing up, my head would swim…" And she points to the clouds passing swiftly, driven by the wind. She speaks of her head swimming as of a temptation that somehow attracts her.

There is never a moonlight night but wicked ideas in evil souls writhe like serpents in nests, and charitable ones sprout lilies of renunciation and dedication.