Night, when words fade and things come alive.
She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.
A decision made at night may be changed in the morning.
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
Boast during the day; be humble at night.
God’s promises are like the stars; the darker the night the brighter they shine
Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.
The Night has a thousand eyes,And the Day but one;Yet the light of the bright world diesWith the dying sun.The mind has a thousand eyes,And the heart but one;Yet the light of a whole life diesWhen love is done.
By night, an atheist half believes in God.
He wanted me to beat him up!It was an open invitation!Late at night he picked me upan act of open provocation!
Never greet a stranger in the night, for he may be a demon.
Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.
Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He’s going to be up all night anyway.
You came out of the night,Wearing a mask in white colour.My eyes were shiningOn the wine, and your aura.
It was a perfect summer night. So good, it was true.
Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.
Night’s black Mantle covers all alike.
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.
These blessed candles of the night.
No more talk of gloomy Angel, though. Only happy thoughts. Sunshine, picnic, that spell we did last night. With the oil?
There was a young lady named Bright,Whose speed was far faster than light;She started one dayIn a relative way,And returned on the previous night.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
On such a night, when Air has loosedIts guardian grasp on blood and brain,Old terrors then of god or ghostCreep from their caves to life again.
Most glorious night!Thou wert not sent for slumber!
This cabinet is formed of goldAnd pearl and crystal shining bright,And within it opens into a worldAnd a little lovely moony night.
Poets, I dare you to choose, for one night, the ambrosia over the ashes.
Night is the mother of thoughts.
As night is withdrawnFrom these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,Dream, while the innumerable choir of dayWelcome the dawn.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
What I take from my nights, I add to my days.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.
The short winters day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night wipes them out.
I’m a high night flier and a rainbow riderAnd a straight-shooting son of a gun.
For the night shows stars and women in a better light.
Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.
In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.
On Earth it was day in some places, night in others.
A true man does not need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl forthe rest of her life
Night is the other half of life, and the better half.
Live life so completely that when death comes to you like a thief in the night, there will be nothing left for him to steal.
Well you could have been lonely every night now,Could have cried a whole lot more, been a little bit blueOh, you could have been lonely, for your one and only,You could have loved me as much as I love you.
It is a lovely night, and they are much to be pitied who have not been taught to feel, in some degree, as you do; who have not, at least, been given a taste for Nature in early life. They lose a great deal.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
Small Mabel whimpered all night long,For calling herself the cause.Her oak-eyed mother did no thingBut change the bloody gauze.
Fear can keep us up all night long, but faith makes one fine pillow.
Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring!Heavenly distensions of our throats!Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring!Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
How beautiful is night!A dewy freshness fills the silent air;No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,Breaks the serene of heaven.
By night an atheist half believes in God.
No matter how dark the night, somehow the sun rises once again and all shadows are chased away
Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light, I have loved the stars too fondly To be fearful of the night
My night has become a sunny dawn because of you
For the happiest life, rigorously plan your days, leave your nights open to chance.