Quotes About Night

El sol se esconde para alzarse de nuevo, el día es engullido por la oscuridad de la noche para nacer de ella, tan puro como si nunca se hubiera apagado.

rats?" "I just said that." "But the attic is clean." "Well, okay, we've got tidy rats!" "No rats." "Karl, I heard them last night." "Maybe plumbing," Karl probed; "maybe boards." "Maybe rats! Will you buy the damn traps and quit arguing?" Bustling away, Karl, said, "Yes! I go now!" "No not now, Karl! The

the early months, baby's sleep cycles are shorter, periods of light sleep occur more frequently, and the vulnerable period for night waking occurs twice as often as for an adult, approximately every hour. Most restless nights are due to difficulty getting back to sleep after waking up during this vulnerable period. Some babies have trouble reentering another stage of deep sleep.

These blessed candles of the night.

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

'Tis a naughty night to swim in.

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,And nature must obey necessity.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops.

Macbeth: What is the night?Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

The owl, night's herald.

It faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,The bird of dawning singeth all night long;And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Come, seeling night,Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,And with thy bloody and invisible handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood.

Antony, that revels long o' nights.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.

Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flownHis cloister'd flight, ere, to black Hecate's summonsThe shard-borne beetle with his drowsy humsHath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be doneA deed of dreadful note.

Fortune, good night, smile once more; turn thy wheel!

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied night,That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"The jaws of darkness do devour it up:So quick bright things come to confusion.

I have not slept one wink.

This is the nightThat either makes me or fordoes me quite.

Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid.

Yesterday the bird of night did sit,Even at noonday, upon the marketplace,Hooting and shrieking.

O conspiracy!Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,When evils are most free?