Quotes about Night

In the silence of night I have often wished,
For just a few words of love from my love,
Grant this wish of mine o lord,
If you really are somewhere in the heavens above...

In a railroad car at nightfall, when the natural light outside has diminished until it is even with the artificial light inside, the passenger facing forward sees in his window two images at once: the dim landscape rushing toward him out of a pit of darkness, and the interior of the car, reflected with its more or less motionless occupants. At this hour most passengers unconsciously give allegiance to one of these two polarities of vision; and the individual momentarily aware of both may be struck by the profound, almost tragic duality between outer and inner worlds, between the rush of experience and the immobility of awareness.

If only I could share it:
The soft sound of snow
Falling late at night
From the trees
At this old temple.

What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

             
She walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

All men dream but not equally.  Those that dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that is was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.

"You need hedges.""Hedges," I said, bemused.  "Yes, Edgar." He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept.  "Hedges against the night."(in conversation btwn Edgar and his Dr.)

Let Ra grant to me a view of the Disk (the Sun), and a sight of Ah (the Moon) unfailingly each day. Let my Ba-soul come forth to walk about hither and thither and whithersoever it pleaseth.

Thanks to their kindness in refusing me lodging,
I found myself beneath the blossoms
On the night of this misty moon.

Think in the morning.  Act in the noon.  Eat in the evening.  Sleep in the night.

The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.

The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn't really our solitude.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature ~ the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

Inflowing thoughts come to an end in those who are ever alert of mind, training themselves night and day, and ever intent on nirvana