Quotes About Night

And when a poet dies, deep in the night a lone black bird wakes up in the thicket and sings for all it's worth — Miroslav Holub, from "Interferon," Poems Before and After (Bloodaxe Books, 2006)

Zveket stakla, posuda, svjetiljaka, stravi?na vika na polutamnoj verandi, a vani u no?i vjetar u kestenovima, cvr?ci, mjese?ina i rosnata, zelena, zvjezdana tišina.

We lived our little drama,We kissed in a field of white,And stars fell on Alabama last night.

Beyond the room, the night was lashing itself to an impotent fury of wind and rain. Mary thought how strange it was to think that only a few inches of wall separated the placid cosiness of the sitting-room from the howling, streaming darkness. Houses were very defiant things.

The Arboretum's overgrown grass rustled. The branches of an apple tree shook as though an animal had jumped from one to the next. A wind slid up my thighs, in the night, under my short nightgown. Crickets and cicadas made a sound like distant laughing children, the laugh track to a sitcom that didn't end. It was like the grass was full of tiny giggling babies. So beautiful, and creepy.

That night, JoAnn didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to go. She understood, in that quiet hour, things that only people who've walked to the edge know. Dying seemed almost compassionate - a way to escape the living hell. (283)

This night I'm thinking of, it had one of those skies where the stars looked poured from a barrel.

Hij bleef zoals hij is, zwart en stil en besprenkeld met sterren.

Last night at Bingo, Sylvia won the last prize. 'What am I going to do with a mermaid?" "Learn to swim in the murkiest water, reinvent yourself," the mermaid said #149

Alcohol, I had learned, was an eloquent if somewhat inaccurate interpreter. I had placed my trust that December night in glass after glass of it, eager not for drink but for a bit of talk.

Me gusta caminar. Me gusta esta hora en que han salido las estrellas, los niños duermen y los centinelas están demasiado cansados como para vigilar atentamente. Es una hora de esperanzas. Todos necesitamos esperanzas.

Paul Bowles said, "The sky hides the night behind it, and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above."   Joseph

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Geceyi söndür kalbim / Geceler de gençlik gibi eskidendi / ?imdi uykusuzluk vakti…

Uzundur denizin gecesi uzundur karas? denizin yaln?zca bir kez Musa için k?z?l saçlar?n? ikiye ay?ran dalgalar en uzun hat?ras? bir daha avunmaz suyun bir daha geçilmez denizin

It breaks the hills, cracking the riches wide, runs through electric wires; it comes, warning the night, running among these rigid hills, a single force to waken our eyes.

The days grow and the stars cross over And my wild bed turns slowly among the stars.

It is growing worse every day. At night "I get up to catch my breath. If I remained "flat on my back I believe I would die.

The sleep of a wise man is far better than the worship of an ignorant one during the night.

The worst thing in being alone is that you acutely feel reality completely immersed in it, it is soaked through with depression from the fact that you feel infinity, you feel like a dead ghost. More terrible loneliness in reality can only be loneliness in a dream and you wake up at night and you realize that you are alone. Night is the peak of loneliness.

The moon is useful at night. But you can't expect it to be there every month. Therefore, we end up inventing our own artificial lights to reduce the darkness in the world.

Those who have sight go blind at night and constantly need the moon or artificial light to guide them.

By day we may deal with the airy superstructure of our emotions, but, at three in the morning, we get down to the foundation. At night the soul claims the right to stand face to face with itself, as before some mirror placed in a pitiless light and, with unsparing eyes, seek the truth.

You are the dark shape I find On nights of the spilling moon, Pale in the pool of heaven. — N. Scott Momaday, from "Revenant" The Death of Sitting Bear: New and Selected Poems (HarperCollins, 2020)