Quotes About Night

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

When people discuss religion, it is a pity that they often become excited and argue. We should merely listen, as one does on a dark night; we should merely gaze at the stars.

Day and NightThe night is long: do not shorten it by sleep. The day is fair: do not darken it with wrongdoing.

...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...

I can't give you the sunset, but I can give you the night.

You live by the light of the moon, and I live by desire.

Building a little bonfire at night on the beach and lying on a blanket with my wife under the stars is not only sexy, it's romantic.

All the stars will tell the story, of our love and all its glory. Let us make this night of magic, and make it a night of love.

To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

I'll place my love beneath the stars.

Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.

Anything could happen while the dead slept. Which was why some would say a woman shouldn't tread alone through a cemetery at 2:55 on a Tuesday morning in April.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

Lucy woke with the munchies the night the kidnappers came for her.

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.

The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.

A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, All mere complexities, The fury and the mire of human veins.

Where by books go by W.B. Yeats All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken'd or starry bright.

Echo. Into the night. Man. O rocky voice Shall we in that great night rejoice? What do we know but that we face One another in this place? But hush, for I have lost the theme Its joy or night seem but a dream; Up there some hawk or owl has struck Dropping out of sky or rock, A stricken rabbit is crying out And its cry distracts my thought. [...]and set my boyish lips to say, 'Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun

And soon, in the coming nights, we will appear, like wandering actors, each in the other's dream and in the dreams of strangers whom we didn't know together.

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

The moon hangs alien, heavy, like a lock on a door; the door is tightly shut. ("The North")

Night for those sound sleepers was a cocoon against time. For me, I wanted to believe, it was even better. Time, at night, was my possession, not the other way around.