Night Quotes


I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

Twilight

Stephenie Meyer

Twilight
Bella swan    Dreams    Edward    Hope    Night    Stars

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Day    Dreaming    Dreams    Night

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

How did it get so late so soon?

Afternoon    December    Flewn    June    Late    Night    Soon    Time

The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

Crime and Punishment

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Crime and Punishment
God    Grief    Night

What hath night to do with sleep?

Paradise Lost

John Milton

Paradise Lost

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

Insomnia    Night    Sleep

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Melancholy    Night    Sad    Winter

The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

Uncle Tom's Cabin

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Uncle Tom's Cabin

I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.

Dreams    Night    Poetry

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Bright    Dark    Day    Night

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Blue    Night    Night sky    Painted    Sky    Strokes

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

Nature and Selected Essays

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nature and Selected Essays
Astronomy    Beauty    Heavens    Nature    Night    Night sky    Religion    Sky    Stars

That's the advantage of insomnia. People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done

N.P

Banana Yoshimoto

N.P

There were once two sisters
who were not afriad of the dark
because the dark was full of the other's voice
across the room,
because even when the night was thick
and starless
they walked home together from the river
seeing who could last the longest
without turning on her flashlight,
not afraid
because sometimes in the pitch of night
they'd lie on their backs
in the middle of the path
and look up until the stars came back
and when they did,
they'd reach their arms up to touch them
and did.

Dark    Night    Sisters

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

The Handmaid's Tale

Margaret Atwood

The Handmaid's Tale

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Kiss    Letters    Love    Night

Ash? Get bent and die.

Ash    Lynette    Mary    Night    World

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

sleep is such a luxury, which i cant afford.

I don't need to kill goats to say things. I CAN talk.

Ash    Darkness    Daughters    Night    Redfern    Smith    World

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful to me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Book    Calvino    If    Italo    Night    On    Reading    Traveler    Winter s

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.

Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee… Daimons… Coffee… Daimons…

I
think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats and
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
night.

Cats    Night    Rain    Storm

We sat in the car
& the night dropped
down until the
only sounds were
the crickets &
the dance of our voices
& for a moment
the world became
small enough to
roll back & forth
between us.

Car    Night    Understanding    World

The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb- time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night.

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

Les Fleurs Du Mal

Charles Baudelaire

Dusk    Evening    Night    Winter

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
and silently steal away.

I wanted what most people wanted—love, companionship.
I wanted someone to touch. I wanted someone to touch me back.
I wanted someone to laugh with, someone who would laugh with me, laugh at me.
I wanted someone who looked and sawme . Not my power, not my position.
I wanted someone to say my name. To call out, Merit, when it was time to go, or when we arrived.
Someone who wanted to say to someone else, with pride, I’m here with her. With Merit.
I wanted all those things. Indivisibly.
But I didn’t want them from Morgan.

Bites    Friday    Merit    Night

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body’s at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You’re the nearest to dead you’ll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you’d slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that’s burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead – And wasn’t it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time...

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying I'm here.
It was a beautiful night.

Alive    Empty streets    Free    Friendship    Love    Night    Prose    Quiet    Stars    Thoughts    Youth

On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.

TUGUMI [つぐみ]

Banana Yoshimoto

TUGUMI [つぐみ]
Heart    Night    Stars

There was a sky somewhere above the tops of the buildings, with stars and a moon and all the things there are in a sky, but they were content to think of the distant street lights as planets and stars. If the lights prevented you from seeing the heavens, then preform a little magic and change reality to fit the need. The street lights were now planets and stars and moon.

Requiem for a Dream

Hubert Selby Jr.

Requiem for a Dream
Change    City    Night    Reality    Stars

Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark

Teibele And Her Demon

Isaac Bashevis Singer

Mercy    Night    Rigor    Truth

We love the night and its quiet; and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.

Moon    Night    Quiet

In the dark I rest,
unready for the light which dawns
day after day,
eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination. I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.

When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind.
You must hate me.
She stared a long time at me.
I did, she said slowly, But it’s mostly myself I hate.
Don’t, I said.
And why the hell shouldn’t I hate myself? Everybody else hates me.

Untamed

Kristin Cast

Untamed
House    Night    Untamed

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

High Stakes

Erin McCarthy

High Stakes

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

دكتور جيفاكو

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

دكتور جيفاكو

I am strongly of the opinion that, after the age of twenty-one, a man ought not to be out of bed and awake at four in the morning. The hour breeds thought. At twenty-one, life being all future, it may be examined with impunity. But, at thirty, having become an uncomfortable mixture of future and past, it is a thing to be looked at only when the sun is high and the world full of warmth and optimism.

Age    Insomnia    Night    Youth

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

This Side of Paradise

F. Scott Fitzgerald

This Side of Paradise
Night    Poetic    Rain

all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun.

Night    Phone    Sun    Warsan    Warsan shire

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

Fear    Fearlessness    Joy    Night

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