Quotes About Night

Return, while night clatters and mirrors open and everything tears inside because of your absence. Everything wants to get on with the wind, the sky. To register a terrible gesture, some way of being without you, an impossible.

All night I run from someone. I lead the chase. I lead the fugue.

Alguien entra en el silencio y me abandona. Ahora la soledad no está sola. Tú hablas como la noche. Te anuncias como la sed.

Your name is the disease of things at midnight.

Dónde dejar mis ojos, cuándo augurarles una estación amable. Quiero decir: lo que muero cada noche, mis huesos torcidos por abrazar una sombra.

on the other edge of the night love is possible take me there

I don't want to know anything but this perpetual wailing, this clatter in the night, this delay, this infamy, this pursuit, this inexistence.

And at night, always, a tribe of mutilated words, looks for refuge in my throat.

The abyss of absence. But who'll say: don't cry at night?

when the night is a bit more than some little suns pulled apart when the heart lets loose a cry our disquietude wrings dry

El viento muere en mi herida. La noche mendiga mi sangre.

And nobody understands. My whole life is waiting for you. And nevertheless I search for the night of the poem. I'm only thinking of your body but am remaking the body of my poem as somebody trying to heal a wound. — Alejandra Pizarnik, from "[…] Of Silence," Selected Poems , trans. Cecilia Rossi (Waterloo Press, 2010)

Sus ojos eran la entrada del templo, para mí, que soy errante, que amo y muero. Y hubiese cantado hasta hacerme una con la noche, hasta deshacerme desnudarte en la entrada del templo.

Ives Castagnino, el músico de Palermo, se encontró una vez con una dama desconocida que le había enviado cartas durante años. Cuando la vio en la esquina, se acercó y le dijo: -Buenas noches. Soy el desengaño.

Think anyone was awake?" "At one a.m.?" Xili said. "In Barcelona? Everyone was awake.

Mr. Anderson:Well, maybe we all should call it a night. Congrats to the happy couples. Will there be wedding bells soon? SnowGirl:Definitely. I mean, if you help a guy kill a dwarf, he should marry you.

I wanted to preserve this moment, this slice of time when the night was cool and bright with reflected moonlight and the possibility of a kiss hung between us, full of unspent promise. Every event in my life after this would be different because I would have been kissed.

Yeah, but where I come from, we have lights at night." "We do, too. They are called stars. They are quite romantic.

I'm a bat, want to see me fly?

Sometimes, I stay up all night reading book after book, for I have no family to object, and when I wake in the morning, slumped over a table or fallen off a chair, back aching, cold because no one thought to cover me with a blanket or tell me to come to bed, I feel very fortunate." Silence

Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There's no way out. – You'll die – and start all over, live twice, Everything repeats itself, just as it was: Night, the canal's rippled icy surface, The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.

The night is a wonderful country to rule.

The catcalls from the cars make me feel strong at first. Isn't beauty strong? I'd always thought beauty was strength, and so I wanted to be beautiful. Those cheers on the street are like a weightlifter's bench-press record. The blond hair is like a flag, and all around me in the night are teams. But with each shout, I am more aware of the edge, how the excitement could turn into violence, blood, bruises, death.

The black sky just kept assuming deeper shades of black until, suddenly, it had blacked itself out entirely.