Quotes About Night

The shutters were open. It must have rained in the night, I thought. The air that drifted in felt washed and very clear.

and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

At night, the moon silvered smaller and smaller. I stared until I could see it even when I closed my eyes, the yellow curve bright against the dark of my eyelids. I hoped that it might keep the visions of the boy at bay.

I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

That night, slipping among us like a snake, quick and silent and flickering, the plague began.

Nos abrazamos mientras pensaba en cuántas noches había permanecido tendido despierto en aquella estancia, amándole en silencio.

Después hicieron acto de presencia las lágrimas, y se derramaron, y las constelaciones se pusieron a girar sobre nosotros, y la luna empezó a trazar su fatigoso curso. Yacimos acongojados e insomnes mientras transcurrían las horas.

Oakmoss, patchouli, bergamot, labdanum, in the balance you constantly shift and nuance like a conductor, but dancing on top of that tonka, a hint of leather and a cheeky reference to Miss Dior, with some carnation. I think there will be ambergris and sandalwood in the dry-down, and I can't wait to see how it smells in the middle of the night.

I invent her, then, as a woman emerging from the sea. A tall man meets here on the black sand. You've come back, he says. Can barely see her in the sea-light. They make love there, and become horses. As night grows black they become weeds

She is here now, outside the walls of the villa, where the night has painted its own version of the valley, in bold indigo strokes; where the wind animates this mysterious shaded landscape, setting the trees in motion, flinging night birds up to the blue-black air, driving angry blots across the unreadable face of the firmament.

It may be tonight, in the deepest dark, because that is the most dangerous time for the sick.

liniment, Chelsea ached more in the morning than she had the night before. She rolled carefully out of bed, sending a jealous glance toward Ethan. He'd slept the night through in

Voici la crèche éternelle Dans la nuit répand une lueur nouvelle Qu'aucune nuit ne la détruise Mais brille d'une foi continuelle…

No night is long enough for us to dream twice.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

And we have the night ahead of us to stroll in lilac-scented gardens. Everything there is here. It is all ours. You are mine, I am yours and the shadow, your shadow, laughs like an orange. The dream did its job and, like a postman, hurried on to someone else. So we have to be worthy, this evening, of ourselves, and of a river that runs along beside us, and that we flow into as it flows into us.

Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume, my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. — Mahmoud Darwish, from "Sonnet V," The Butterfly's Burden (Copper Canyon Press, August 1, 2006)

They have saddled the horses, They know not why, But they have saddled the horses at the end of the night

The police car bellowed through the night. The tail lights of the car in front came closer. All around them, but especially to the right, lay Stockholm with its hundreds of thousands of glittering lights reflecting in dark bays and inlets. Church spires stood silhouetted against a starry sky. The moon was out. "Now we've got the son

Creo que el príncipe de este mundo será entronado esta noche en la antigua ciudadela, y desde allí creará una nueva comunidad. -Y su nombre será la Iglesia universal del hombre.

I have glaucoma, so use eye drops both morning and night.

The family is a court of justice which never shuts down for night or day.

I think we're all a little afraid of the dark. If you lived in the country, as I did, there's nothing quite like country dark, which was really black. And as a child, your imagination runs wild.