Quotes About Night

Cloisim tú ag glaoch orm san oíche ag rá liom teacht go dtí do oileán draíochta. Fuaimníonn do ghuth mar thoirneach thar an mbóchna. Is mórthaibhseach do ghlór agus is naofa— 'Tair chugam, tair chugam, einne atá traochta.

Bir de yaln?zl??? ö?rettim ona. ?imdi geceyar?s?, ikimizi de uyku tutmad??? zaman, kendi koridorlar?m?zda bir ileri bir geri, sinirli ad?mlarla dola??p duruyoruz.

There would be little reason to lie down at night without the possibility of seeing things bigger and more amazing than the average day might bright about. Why pick up a pen or type on a keyboard if there's no imagination or wonder left to behold? I would hate to be in the position of hoping for nothing simply because my brain can no longer dream.

You're really going to let me go?" "Tomorrow." It was our twenty-fifth night together. He still pretended to ignore me during the day, but it had apparently become so much trouble for him to manufacture hatred against me at night. He accepted what I did for him and he did not insult me. He didn't insult anyone.

listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in the next room? not here, not there: you hear them in another time that is now, listen to the footsteps of time, inventor of places with no weight, nowhere, listen to the rain running over the terrace, the night is now more night in the grove, lightning has nestled among the leaves, a restless garden adrift-go in, your shadow covers this page.

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.

In the feeble glimmer of that light, we spent a sleepless night, all thinking of the same thing, the death that was concealed across the threshold of the coming dawn. Although the wind blew in through the cracked windowpanes, we thought that we would suffocate. "Enemy" planes flew overhead. The eerie wail of sirens went through the camp. Finally, the pale day broke.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without suger-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without sugar-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

I am already at an age and additionally in a state where I must always wash my feet thoroughly before bed, in the event of having to be removed be an ambulance in the Night.

Philosophical concepts—those were what kept him up at night; they belonged to him.

Florentynka wcale nie uwa?a?a si? za wariatk?. Ksi??yc prze?ladowa? j?, jak ka?dy normalny prze?ladowca. Ale której? nocy wydarzy?o si? co? dziwnego.

Ksi??yc to tylko maska s?o?ca. Wk?ada j?, kiedy wychodzi noc? pilnowa? ?wiata. Ksi??yc ma krótk? pami??, nie pami?ta, co by?o miesi?c temu

It's strange how the Night erases all colors, as if it didn't give a damn about such worldly extravagance.

Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.

Nos vies sont les mêmes. Nos vies se débattent, crient dans la nuit, hurlent et tremblent de peur. Infiniment nous cherchons un abri. Un lieu où le vent siffle moins fort. Un endroit où aller. Et cet abri est un visage, et ce visage nous suffit.

SAMADHI AND ATTACHMENT There is a question which must be taken into consideration now. That is, whether living unconsciously in "no-self" from morning to night is in accord with the principle of Zen or not.

Fear is a false prophet and believes that what it fears is actually coming to pass. At night every trifling occurrence seems more terrible to the besieged, for on account of the darkness no man tells what he sees but always what he hears.

This night of no moonThere is no way to meet him.I rise in longing—My breast pounds, a leaping flame,My heart is consumed in fire.

When my desire grows too fierce I wear my bed clothes inside out, dark as the night's rough husk.

My longing for you— Too strong to keep within bounds. At least no one can blame me When I go to you at night Along the road of dreams.

I long for him most during these hot moonless nights. I lie awake, hot, the growing fires of passion bursting, blazing in my heart.

Having said that, I must now admit that I was still afraid of human beings, and before I could meet even the customers in the bar I had to fortify myself by gulping down a glass of liquor. The desire to see frightening things—that was what drew me every night to the bar where, like the child who squeezes his pet all the harder when he actually fears it a little, I proclaimed to the customers standing at the bar my drunken, bungling theories of art.

Good night. I'm Cinderella without her prince. Do you know where to find me in Tokyo? You won't see me again.