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A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.

A Cathedral Façade at Midnight Along the sculptures of the western wall I watched the moonlight creeping: It moved as if it hardly moved at all Inch by inch thinly peeping Round on the pious figures of freestone, brought And poised there when the Universe was wrought To serve its centre, Earth, in mankind’s thought. The lunar look skimmed scantly toe, breast, arm, Then edged on slowly, slightly, To shoulder, hand, face; till each austere form Was blanched its whole length brightly Of prophet, king, queen, cardinal in state, That dead men’s tools had striven to simulate; And the stiff images stood irradiate. A frail moan from the martyred saints there set Mid others of the erection Against the breeze, seemed sighings of regret At the ancient faith’s rejection Under the sure, unhasting, steady stress Of Reason’s movement, making meaningless.

Battle of hardships it is! Having fought for life, Having seen death a little closer, Having fought to make a name, Having fought to start over, Having fought all the games, Having fought my best! Yet why are spending the Nights still the hardest?

Battles waged in daylight are fought by soldiers. Battles waged at night are fought by savages.

Bear, I need your eyes. I need your nose. I need your night-wits and forest-wisdom.

Be calm...calm as a calm lagoon, then you will look beautiful as a beautiful calm lagoon crowned by the Moon and sheltered by the brilliance of the stars reclaiming your royalty of regal life...

Because at night when others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.

Because I am, just as you are you. We don’t always get to pick who we are, Shelly Wynn, but we can choose to celebrate it.

Because madness is a lie too. Like night. Like death.

Because when the night gets here, I’ll be the youngest I’ll ever be again, so I will laugh and celebrate relative youth.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

Before I met you, all I could see was a black hole. Now the nights are full of bright shining stars whispering your name into a constellation.

...before the dawn I leave the night behind me and before my heart I let you leave me behind. - from the poem 'Behind

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.

... be knygų jau nebegalėjau apsieiti. Ne tiek be knygų, kiek be paties skaitymo. Mano akys į nieką daugiau nenorėjo žiūrėti, jos tiesiog šaukte šaukė: ,,Duok mums raidžių!.. Duok mums raidžių!..” Nežinau, gal yra tokia skaitymo liga? Jei yra, tai aš ja susirgau vaikystėje, paskui ji perėjo į chronišką ir nebepagydomą. Tiesą pasakius, niekas jos nei gydė, nei ruošėsi gydyti. Tiktai motina vos ne kasdien keldavo balsą: ,,Ko tu gadini akis saulei nusileidus? Ar tu negali palaukti, kol degsim lempą?” Tas ir yra, kad negali palaukti, - jau Baltoji Iltis ir tas baisusis buldogas sustojo vienas prieš kitą, jau iššiepė dantis, jau puls ir įsikibs vienas kitam į gerklę!.. Juk jie nežino, kad pas mus nusileido saulė, o motina tyčia čiupinėjasi prie mūriuko, kad tik tos lempos kuo ilgiau nereikėtų degti.

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

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.

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

Build my night with your cheeks.

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 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...

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

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

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

Believe in the night, it is magical. Nighttime awakens the core of the self where all of our demons that rest in daylight are up for us to tame.

Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

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.

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.

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

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

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, 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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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")

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.

Darkness fell like a wet sponge.

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 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.

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.