Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages the crossroads even will have none of it. Are modern folk perhaps afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity the mystery of infinite space the austerity of stars?
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow; and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles Ye have done your worst and we shall see you no more.
Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Night brings our troubles to the light rather than banishes them.
O Leerie Ill go round at night and light the lamps with you.
By night an atheist half believes a God.
Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages the crossroads even will have none of it. Are modern folk perhaps afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity the mystery of infinite space the austerity of stars?
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow; and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles Ye have done your worst and we shall see you no more.
Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterdays omissions and regrets.
Everyone who gets sleepy at night should have a simple decent place to lay their heads on terms they can afford to pay.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
Night has a thousand eyes.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone wonder where you are when you dont come home at night.
What hath night to do with sleep?
The bright day is done And we are for the dark.
Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.
Red skies at night sailors delight. Red skies at morning sailors take warning.