Quotes Tagged "night"

A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.

My mother writer poetry sometimes on bits of paper and sometimes in her journal I can neither match her depth nor her skill with metaphors the other night while we were talking on the phone about life and writing she read the lines of her poem that she had written she wrote: the night is a woman; she is wearing a dark black saree and the stars are the glitter on her saree's anchal!

Day or night, good or bad…all things from within.

Silence fell with night, but Jacob couldn't entirely silence his racing mind, nor speed it up to the finish line.

when night falls, i am picturing my will be glories

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.

If you have ever come up against Nothing you have no idea how it can scare you out of your wits. When I was a child I used to be afraid of Something in the dark. I know now that the most fearful thing about the dark is that we may find Nothing in it.

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

Technically, on the spectrum of very bad things, they did nothing truly wicked. But of course, that spectrum has no measure for the greatest of all carnal sins, the kind that occurs before skin touches skin, before wondering turns to yearning, yearning to having, having to holding for dear life, when two people cling to each other so desperately that even when they lie, inches apart, neither is fully satisfied until the light between them turns to darkness.

There's no good reason why I shouldn't kiss you right now.

Enjoy the wine, don’t spill the night…

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

I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.

And at the end of the night, they realized how important those little stars were, which they ignored while adoring the beauty of the moon whole night.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

Last night we spun dreams from the cobwebs of time!

I want to create a place for us, like a room. And I want to store everything that I come across as a memory of us, in there. Years after, someday I will take you there in the middle of the night. I want to see you at that moment. I want to watch you drowning in the memories helplessly, losing the bounds of time, getting weaker every second. And then I want to hold you in these arms in those moments of never-ending the silence. Where only our eyes speak, while we look at each other, like the dreams that we never want to stop seeing.

Abortive time: unwilling to tarry Daylight begins to hide into the heat His moonless night desires to be starry Those lame knees want to break down on his feet From the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part I)

Night has fallen. And it will last for a very long time.

People drink democracy in a glass of tea but night falls, again.