Quotes About Night

But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled on my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I've been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. I love you, Grandma

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

The twins hid their bodies under their father's tallis, like ghosts. The horse at the bottom of the river, shrouded by the sunken night sky, closed its heavy eyes. The prehistoric ant in Yankel's ring, which had lain motionless in the honey-colored amber since long before Noah hammered the first plank, hid its head between its many legs, in shame.

Am sa-mi fac desteptatorul la sase dimineata. - Sase? am interogat eu. Daca vreti sa stiti de ce am interogat, pai asta e din cauza ca pentru mine sase nu inseamna foarte devreme dimineata, ci foarte intarziat noaptea.

Era aproximativ ora patru dupa-amiaza si temperatura incepea sa fie rece. Vantul facea primele zgomote de noapte.

In Vietnam, American troops were exposed to attacks twenty-four hours a day but were most often attacked at night. There was no safe time to mourn . Allowing one's attention to turn inward to grief could result in one's own death and the deaths of others. Night warfare reflects a change in the customs of war since Homer's time.

De noche, en esa atmósfera sin agua, las estrellas descienden hasta quedar prácticamente al alcance de tus dedos.

Night after night, I looked up at those stars with a growing certainty that my role in this vast, magical universe was simply to be, and nothing about my being was predetermined or burdened with expectation unless I allowed others to make it that.

Porque agora sabe que ela brilhará para ele entre mil estrelas no céu sem igual da cidade negra.

Let neither tear nor reproach besmirch this declaration of the mastery of God who, with magnificent irony, granted me both the gift of books and the night.

God has created nights well-populated with dreams, crowded with mirror images, so that man may feel that he is nothing more than vain reflection. That's what frightens us.

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

The Moon There is such loneliness in that gold. The moon of the nights is not the moon Who the first Adam saw. The long centuries Of human vigil have filled her With ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror.

Words are symbols that assume a shared memory. The memory I now want to set down is mine alone; all those who share it have died. The mystics invoke a rose, a kiss, a bird that is all birds, a sun that is all the stars and the sun, a jug of wine, a garden, or the sexual act. Of these metaphors, none will serve me for that long, joyous night, which left us, tired out and happy, at the borders of dawn.

Night is pleasing to us because, like memory, it erases idle details. A New Refutation of Time

De chico, yo solía maravillarme de que las letras de un volumen cerrado no se mezclaran y perdieran en el decurso de la noche.

Vivimos descubriendo y olvidando esa dulce costumbre de la noche. Hay que mirarla bien. Puede ser última. (Our life is spent discovering and forgetting that gentle habit of the night. Take a good look. It could be the last.)

Europe was lost, but there were other scions: The dream bequeathed a grand inheritance To people of the Orient's arid lands And those who share the sultry night with lions.

En la honda noche universal que apenas contradicen los faroles

Comprendió con cierta amargura que su hijo estaba listo para nacer —y tal vez impaciente. Esa noche lo besó por primera vez

I dream every night. I dream before I go to sleep, and I dream after waking up.

He dreamt a complete man, a youth, but this youth could not rise nor did he speak nor could he open his eyes. Night after night, the man dreamt him as asleep.

From the remote depths of the corridor, the mirror spied on us. We discovered (such a discovery is inevitable in the late hour of the night) that mirrors have something monstrous about them.

It really does look like musical sheets, frayed at the edges, constantly played, coming to you in tidal scores, in bars of canals with innumerable obbligati of bridges, mullioned windows, or curved crownings of Coducci cathedrals, not to mention the violin necks of gondolas. In fact, the whole city, especially at night, resembles a gigantic orchestra, with dimly lit music stands of palazzi, with a restless chorus of waves, with the falsetto of a star in the winter sky.