Best 8172 quotes in «night quotes» category

between you and i, i found just the sky, a sky with a million of stars, but i can see just the moon, not because it's the biggest one but it's the closest and the shiniest between all. so i keep talking to that moon at night, hoping one day will talk with me, before the sun come back or the storm hide all.

Beware the knowledge thou seek, for knowledge though oft light, can sow the seeds of night and reap from the darkness that ensues" - 1654

Bilinmeyeni söyletme uzmanlarının gözleri nasıldır ki? Gündüzün baktığınızda gece kuşlarında gördüğünüz ürkütücü bakışlarındaki boşluk da, yırtıcı kuşların bakışlarındaki diklik de bulunsa gerek bu gözlerde. Ne tuhaf! Gündüzün bakıldığını düşünerek gece kuşlarından söz etmek… Gece kuşlarının gözünü karanlıkta kim görmüştür avlarından başka?

Bir olanaksızlığa inanmak istemeyebilir kişi, ama onu kabul etmek gerekince de içi parçalanmadan yaşamını sürdürebilir. Oysa Düzeltmenin yalnızlığı, yeryüzünde sönen her yüzeyle acılaşıyor, daha, daha daha acılaşıyorsa çok düşünüp çözümünü bulamadığı bir sorun karşısında eli kolu bağlı kalmasından.

Birth our night into day And bathe it clean, So that beloved things can glow Together in a litter of light.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

Black is a blind remembering, she thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors in a past so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see.

Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling.

Bored with the upsetting realities of the day? Then leave yourself to the calming mysteries of the night!

Bow of moon I see, I see Through dense canopy of groves, Level sound I hear, I hear Of the free horse's hooves. What? And you don't want to sleep, In a year could you forget Me, nor are you used to find Empty and unmade your bed? Not with you then do I speak Through sharp cries of hunting birds, Not in your eyes do I look From white pages full of words? Why you circle, like a thief At the quiet habitat? Or recall the verdict and Wait for me alive like that? I'm asleep. In dense dark, moon Threw a blade just like a dart. There is knocking. In this way Beats my warm and precious heart.

Build my night with your cheeks.

But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet ..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

But I look up above and see the sky With the moon and stars capturing my eye I know that you can see it too Cuz no matter where you are the sky remains true

But porca miseria, the things night can do to time. In place of hardwired sequence, it's more like everything all mixed up.

But no one is strong at night; no one can fight alone; no success is achieved without a helper.

But neither of us closed our eyes against the immeasurable dark of that silent night.

But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her...

But the wireless operator was thinking: these storms had lodged themselves somewhere or other, as worms do in a fruit; a fine night, but they would ruin it, and he loathed entering this shadow that was ripe to rottenness.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

By night, I am free. No one hears my monsters but me. My freedom is fragile, though, Because every morning, Over and over, The night is broken by the sun. It’s a good way to die.

Çevreme bakmamam gerek. Beni iteni görmemeliyim. Tren geldi, bindim. Kimse itmedi beni. Direniyorum. Olmuyor.

By the time she had finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon

Captain Harald Biscay rubbed his graying temples, staring deep in thought at the vast star field showing on the large navigation display on the bridge. It had been a pretty rough few days for him. Of all the things he’d seen in his travels through the universe, not many rated worthy of being remembered. Of the few examples of items Captain Biscay rated that highly, when he was a young man, his uncle would often play the bagpipes at strange hours of the night – shortly before being put in a ‘home’. That rated a mention.

Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, ‘specially at night.

Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue. It coils around you, a living thing, a beast that means to kill you, not with wrath, not with tooth nor claw, but with the mercy of surrender, with the kindness of letting you go gentle into the long night after such a burden of pain and misery.

Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.

Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky,the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.

Contentedly sat the old woman. Soon now, the sea would hold no terrors, and the blinds wouldn't have to be down, nor the windows shut; she would even be able to walk along the shore at midnight as of old; and they, whom she had deserted so long ago, would once more shrink from the irresistable energy aura of her new, young body. The sound of the sea came to her, where she sat so quietly; calm sound at first, almost gentle in the soft sibilation of each wave thrust. Farther out, the voices of the water were louder, more raucous, blatantly confident, but the meaning of what they said was blurred by the distance, a dim, clamorous confusion that rustled discordantly out of the gathering night. Night! She shouldn't be aware of night falling, when the blinds were drawn. ("The Witch")

Darkness fell like a wet sponge.

Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don’t even ask.

Darkness is more than a shade of nightfall. It is a feeling as though there has been an eclipse not only within what should be a vibrant life inside you but in all that is good around you.

Dark night knows what full moon requires When all your love my heart acquires Celestial bodies no more faded Life makes sound; silence invaded

Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun; one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night.

Daylight does not lend itself to terror: objects and people are plain to see; and we encounter there only those things which dare to show themselves in the glare of day. But night, opaque night denser than walls, night, empty and infinite and so black and fathomless that terrifying things reach out and touch us, night when we feel horror stirring, mysteriously prowling―night seemed to him to hide some unknown, imminent, threatening danger. What could it be?

Dammi il mio giorno; ch'io mi cerchi ancora un volto d'anni sopito che un cavo d'acque riporti in trasparenza, e ch'io pianga amore di me stesso. Ti cammino sul cuore, ed è un trovarsi d'astri in arcipelaghi insonni, notte, fraterni a me fossile emerso da uno stanco flutto; un incurvarsi d'orbite segrete dove siamo fitti coi macigni e l'erbe.

Dark nights, bright days!

Darkness fell, gathering sin.

Dark nights are unpleasant," "Yes, for strangers to travel," "The clouds are heavy." "Yes, a storm is approaching.

Darkness disturbed By the haunting white moonlight Grey half clouds fail to contain The moon's lust for the night.

Day and night. Give and take. But never to die. Each have their time.

Day had now given away to night and as we wandered along the great avenue lighted by the two moons of Barsoom, and with Earth looking down upon us out of her luminous green eye, it seemed that we were alone in the universe, and I, at least, was content that it should be so.

Day must be an exciting friend, but night is a truthful one.

Dear soul, am I only because I have been?

Did you have a sad day? Don’t worry, you have all the night to compensate for it! Did you have a sad night? Don’t worry, you have all the day to compensate for it!

Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.

Don't accommodate complains in your chamber, else you have a sleepless and restless night. Keep them away and fall in love with actions for solution!

Does it get any better than sleeping next to you on a cold rainy night? Watching myself in your eyes and the way I shine in there. Hearing the drizzle and getting weaker every time the breeze touches our bare skin. Every time you smile, these little butterflies with their wings on fire, flies inside my heart and I constantly fail to cage these feelings in mere words. All I need at that moment is you inside my arms. And to stay a prisoner inside your eyes, for an eternity.

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

Don’t let your dreams be forsaken by the starry nights

Dusk had fallen, While the sky was gray, Red flowers bloomed, And the yellow fade away, Night was to fall, But the sun had to stay, Moon of fourteen, For the lover had to pray, Life gave up hope, Yet the heart had to say, Lover wrote a letter, But the pigeon lost it's way.