Quotes about the night
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Ono no Komachi photo

“This night of no moon
There is no way to meet him.
I rise in longing—
My breast pounds, a leaping flame,
My heart is consumed in fire.”

Ono no Komachi (825–900) Japanese poet

Source: Donald Keene's Anthology of Japanese Literature (1955), p. 78

Georges Bernanos photo

“I find it very significant that no religious traditions, Islam included, is ever in a position, I think almost by definition, to put cruelty first in the order of its priorities of the terrible things that human beings can do. That is perfectly illustrated in the story of Abraham's sacrifice with his son. Because, of course, what the story's all about is faith, the importance, and the primacy of faith. … What is the essence of faith in the story is Abraham's willingness (a) not to question God about his command to sacrifice his son, and (b) to proceed slowly, deliberately, over a period of time -- three days, I think it was -- [and] march up the mountain, prepare the sacrifice, unquestioning, resolute. [It was] the perfect, as Kierkegaard put it, "night of faith" model, exemplar of faith. And [Abraham] is, in the Muslim tradition exactly that -- an exemplar of faith. That is the importance of Abraham to Muslims. … Had he faltered, his faith would have been less, a degree or so less. He didn't falter. God immediately stops it at the absolute last moment and, of course, the act is ended. But what the story is all about is how faith in God comes first, before anything else, and then follow various virtues, of which harm to other human beings surely has to be below faith. It seemed to me that that is something that the hijackers certainly took to heart.”

Kanan Makiya (1949) American orientalist

"Faith and Doubt at Ground Zero" http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/faith/interviews/makiya.html, PBS Frontline (2002)

Helen Garner photo
Craig Ferguson photo
Josh Lucas photo
Aleister Crowley photo

“Yea! as I loath, I lust; I prostitute myself to thee, perversely prurient - Wilt thou not make this night the nameless nuptial, the Devil thy Lord and mine at Our Black Mass?”

Aleister Crowley (1875–1947) poet, mountaineer, occultist

Source: Magical Record of the Beast 666: The Diaries of Aleister Crowley 1914-1920 (1972), p. 296

Sam Cooke photo
Rachel Maddow photo
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt photo
W. H. Auden photo
Prince photo

“Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand.
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can.
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man.
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am”

Prince (1958–2016) American pop, songwriter, musician and actor

Here I am
Gett Off
Song lyrics, Diamonds and Pearls (1991)

Thomas Jefferson photo

“I had for a long time ceased to read newspapers, or pay any attention to public affairs, confident they were in good hands, and content to be a passenger in our bark to the shore from which I am not distant. But this momentous question, like a firebell in the night, awakened and filled me with terror. I considered it at once as the knell of the Union. I regret that I am now to die in the belief that the useless sacrifice of themselves by the generation of 1776 to acquire self-government and happiness to their country is to be thrown away, and my only consolation is to be that I live not to weep over it.”

Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826) 3rd President of the United States of America

On the Missouri Compromise, in a letter to John Holmes (22 April 1820), published in The Writings of Thomas Jefferson: 1816-1826 (1899) edited by Paul Leicester Ford, v. 10, p. 157; also quoted by Martin Luther King, Jr. in his Emancipation Proclamation Centennial Address http://www.nps.gov/anti/historyculture/mlk-ep.htm at the New York Civil War Centennial Commission’s Emancipation Proclamation Observance, New York City (12 September 1962)
1820s

Stephen Foster photo
Philippe Kahn photo

“We’re operating a huge sleep experiment, worldwide, unlike anything anyone has ever done. We have 250 million nights of sleep in our database, and we’re using all the latest technologies to make sense of it.”

Philippe Kahn (1952) Entrepreneur, camera phone creator

Fortune, June 29th, 2015, regarding the focus that Fullpower Technologies has on gathering and understanding sleep data https://fortune.com/2015/06/29/sleep-data/.

Max Pechstein photo
Woody Allen photo
Willa Cather photo
Harry Chapin photo
H. Rider Haggard photo
Alfred P. Sloan photo
Jackie Speier photo
Percy Bysshe Shelley photo
John Updike photo

“At last, small witches, goblins, hags,
And pirates armed with paper bags,
Their costumes hinged on safety pins,
Go haunt a night of pumpkin grins.”

John Updike (1932–2009) American novelist, poet, short story writer, art critic, and literary critic

October, A Child's Calendar (1965)

Jim Morrison photo

“You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher.
Come on baby, light my fire —
Come on baby, light my fire —
Try to set the night on fire.”

Jim Morrison (1943–1971) lead singer of The Doors

"Light My Fire" (1967). Because Jim Morrison sang this as a breakthrough hit for The Doors and was the group's primary songwriter, this is often mistakenly thought to have been written by him. It was actually written by guitarist Robby Krieger, as were some other songs including "Love Her Madly," "You're Lost Little Girl" and "Touch Me" (as well as some other songs on the Soft Parade album). The second verse of the song, however, was written by Morrison.
Misattributed

Czeslaw Milosz photo
J.M. Coetzee photo
Chuck Lorre photo

“I'm an ice sculptor - last night I made a cube.”

Mitch Hedberg (1968–2005) American stand-up comedian

Do You Believe in Gosh?

Robert Southwell photo
Andy Warhol photo
James Weldon Johnson photo

“The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.”

James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938) writer and activist

The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face, st. 1 (1917).

Frances Farmer photo
Smokey Robinson photo
L. Onerva photo
Leo Igwe photo
Robert G. Ingersoll photo
Willie Nelson photo
Robert Charles Wilson photo
Mahesh Sharma photo

“Girls wanting a night out may be all right elsewhere but it is not part of Indian culture.”

Mahesh Sharma (1959) Indian politician

As quoted in " Girls Night Out Against Indian Culture: Union Culture Minister http://www.newindianexpress.com/nation/Girls-Night-Out-Against-Indian-Culture-Union-Culture-Minister/2015/09/19/article3035994.ece" The New Indian Express (19 September 2015)

“I once sat on the rim of a mesa above the Rio Grande for three days and nights, trying to have a vision. I got hungry and saw God in the form of a beef pie.”

Edward Abbey (1927–1989) American author and essayist

"How It Was", page 55
Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside (1984)

John Mayer photo

“Lightning strikes
Inside my chest to keep me up at night.
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain.”

John Mayer (1977) guitarist and singer/songwriter

Heartbreak Warfare
Song lyrics, Battle Studies (2009)

John Muir photo

“I would advise sitting from morning till night under some willow bush on the river bank where there is a wide view. This will be "doing the valley" far more effectively than riding along trails in constant motion from point to point. The entire valley is made up of "points of interest."”

John Muir (1838–1914) Scottish-born American naturalist and author

"The Summer Flood of Tourists", San Francisco Daily Evening Bulletin (part 1 of the 11 part series "Summering in the Sierra") dated 14 June 1875, published 22 June 1875; reprinted in John Muir: Summering in the Sierra, edited by Robert Engberg (University of Wisconsin Press, 1984) page 71
Advice for visitors to Yosemite given by John Muir at age 37 years. Compare advice given by the 74-year-old Muir below.
1870s

Ulysses S. Grant photo
Walter Scott photo

“Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Dream of battled fields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.”

Walter Scott (1771–1832) Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet

Canto I, stanza 31.
The Lady of the Lake http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/3011 (1810)

José Rizal photo

“Not all were asleep during the night of our forefathers!”

José Rizal (1861–1896) Filipino writer, ophthalmologist, polyglot and nationalist

Noli me Tangere

Robert W. Service photo

“There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.”

Robert W. Service (1874–1958) Canadian poet

The Shooting of Dan McGrew http://freemasonry.bcy.ca/biography/service_r_w/dan_mcgrew.html (1907), The Cremation of Sam McGee http://www.wordinfo.info/words/index/info/view_unit/2640/?letter=C&spage=26

Emil Nolde photo

“A new day. Calm as seldom the beginning of such a one. Did I dream? No! Dream and contented pure was the night... It is the sure certainty of having found unity with nature, this calm causes one of the strongest experiences.
Man, air, trees, world are laid bare and are one!
Contented sleep releases the limbs. We await full moon. Await the dance!”

Emil Nolde (1867–1956) German artist

c. 1918; in Aus dem Palau-Tagebuch, 'Das Kunstblatt 2', no. 6, p. 179; as quoted in 'The Revival of Printmaking in Germany', I. K. Rigby; in German Expressionist Prints and Drawings - Essays Vol 1.; published by Museum Associates, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, California & Prestel-Verlag, Germany, 1986, p. 43
1900 - 1920

Henry Van Dyke photo
Philip Roth photo
Alexander Pope photo
Josh Billings photo

“7 per cent haz no rest, nor no religion, it works nights, and Sundays, and even wet days.”

Josh Billings (1818–1885) American humorist

Josh Billings: His Works, Complete (1873)

Gerard Manley Hopkins photo

“I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hoürs we have spent
This night!”

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889) English poet

" I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day http://www.bartleby.com/122/45.html", lines 1-3
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)

Phil Brooks photo
John Donne photo
Sylvia Plath photo

“Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.”

"Fever 103" http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/103.html
Ariel (1965)

James Russell Lowell photo

“Along A River-Side, I Know Not Where,
I walked one night in mystery of dream;
A chill creeps curdling yet beneath my hair,
To think what chanced me by the pallid gleam
Of a moon-wraith that waned through haunted air.”

James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat

The Washers of the Shroud http://www.bartleby.com/102/129.html, st. 1 (October 1861)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“November's night is dark and drear,
The dullest month of all the year.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

Traits and Trials of Early Life (1836)

Dan Rather photo
Stephen Clarke photo
Aldo Capitini photo

“I wanted to go away, in the midst of something entirely different,
I had been there, in the house of torture,
I have seen people being kicked, men’s bodies scorched,
nails pulled out with pliers.
Armed with flame and cudgels, grinning men in shirt sleeves.
Where I could hear my friends being thrown headlong
down the stairs.
Night was as day, and long shrieks wounded me.
In vain I tried to think of wooded lanes and flowers,
a serene life and human words.
The thought seized up, it was as if a wound were opened up
again and again and endlessly searched.
From the mouth struck, teeth and blood came out,
and lamenting moans from the deep throat.
Away, away from that house, from that street and town,
from anything similar to it.
I must save myself, keep up my mind,
that I should not be led to madness by these memories.
Oh, if we could go back to a void, from which a new order,
a maternal opening could come forth,
if I hear a certain tone of voice even in jest, I shudder.
My unhappiness is that I avoid the sight of suffering,
hospitals and prisons.
I have yearned for high solitudes, lands of still sunshine
and sweet shadows,
but I would always be pursued by the ghosts of human beings.
All of a sudden I feel the need of distraction and play,
to lose myself in the noise of the fairground.
I remain with you, but forgive me
if you see me sometimes act like a madman.
I try to heal myself by myself, as an animal,
trusting that the wounds will close.
I stop to listen to the simple conversations of the women
in the marketplace, with their dialectical lilt.
I rejoice at the footsteps of running children,
their overpowering calls.
Because you do not know the absurdity of my dreams,
the fixed expressions, the incomprehensible gestures.
There is turmoil inside me, which seems to ridicule me.
And I cannot cry out, not to be like them.
Tomorrow I will go towards some music, now I am getting ready.”

Aldo Capitini (1899–1968) Italian philosopher and political activist
John Rabe photo

“Instead of being on display on the cliff for a thousand years
I'd rather have a hearty cry on my lover's shoulder for a single night.”

Shu Ting (1952) Chinese writer

"Goddess Peak" [神女峰, Shennü feng], in The Cambridge History of Chinese Literature, Volume II: From 1375 (Cambridge University Press, 2010), p. 649

Nakayama Miki photo
Johnny Mercer photo
Margaret Fuller photo

“There are who separate the eternal light
In forms of man and woman, day and night;
They cannot bear that God be essence quite.”

Margaret Fuller (1810–1850) American feminist, poet, author, and activist

Life Without and Life Within (1859), The One In All

Mirkka Rekola photo
Czeslaw Milosz photo
Pete Doherty photo
James Beattie photo

“Ah! when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!”

James Beattie (1735–1803) Scottish poet, moralist and philosopher

The Hermit

Marcel Duchamp photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“The Lake was that deep blue, which night
Wears in the zenith moon's full light;
With pebbles shining thro', like gems
Lighting sultana's diadems :”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

(2nd October 1824) The Lake
The London Literary Gazette, 1824

Ridley Scott photo
Taylor Caldwell photo
Moses Isserles photo
Dejan Stojanovic photo

“They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.”

Dejan Stojanovic (1959) poet, writer, and businessman

Emissaries http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emissaries/
From the poems written in English

George MacDonald photo
Henry Van Dyke photo

“And so, by night, while we were all at rest,
I think the coming sped the parting guest.”

Henry Van Dyke (1852–1933) American diplomat

The Parting and the Coming Guest (1873).

Sylvia Plath photo
Richard Harris Barham photo
Pink (singer) photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo
John Bright photo
Ann Chiang photo
Clarence Darrow photo

“Life cannot be reconciled with the idea that back of the universe is a Supreme Being, all merciful and kind, and that he takes any account of the human beings and other forms of life that exist upon the earth. Whichever way man may look upon the earth, he is oppressed with the suffering incident to life. It would almost seem as though the earth had been created with malignity and hatred. If we look at what we are pleased to call the lower animals, we behold a universal carnage. We speak of the seemingly peaceful woods, but we need only look beneath the surface to be horrified by the misery of that underworld. Hidden in the grass and watching for its prey is the crawling snake which swiftly darts upon the toad or mouse and gradually swallows it alive; the hapless animal is crushed by the jaws and covered with slime, to be slowly digested in furnishing a meal. The snake knows nothing about sin or pain inflicted upon another; he automatically grabs insects and mice and frogs to preserve his life. The spider carefully weaves his web to catch the unwary fly, winds him into the fatal net until paralyzed and helpless, then drinks his blood and leaves him an empty shell. The hawk swoops down and snatches a chicken and carries it to its nest to feed its young. The wolf pounces on the lamb and tears it to shreds. The cat watches at the hole of the mouse until the mouse cautiously comes out, then with seeming fiendish glee he plays with it until tired of the game, then crushes it to death in his jaws. The beasts of the jungle roam by day and night to find their prey; the lion is endowed with strength of limb and fang to destroy and devour almost any animal that it can surprise or overtake. There is no place in the woods or air or sea where all life is not a carnage of death in terror and agony. Each animal is a hunter, and in turn is hunted, by day and night. No landscape is beautiful or day so balmy but the cry of suffering and sacrifice rends the air. When night settles down over the earth the slaughter is not abated. Some creatures are best at night, and the outcry of the dying and terrified is always on the wind. Almost all animals meet death by violence and through the most agonizing pain. With the whole animal creation there is nothing like a peaceful death. Nowhere in nature is there the slightest evidence of kindness, of consideration, or a feeling for the suffering and the weak, except in the narrow circle of brief family life.”

Clarence Darrow (1857–1938) American lawyer and leading member of the American Civil Liberties Union

Source: The Story of My Life (1932), p. 383

Peter Gabriel photo
Michael Chabon photo
James Thomson (B.V.) photo
James Russell Lowell photo

“God makes sech nights, all white an' still,
Fur'z you can look or listen,
Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,
All silence an' all glisten.”

James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat

The Courtin' , st. 1.
The Biglow Papers (1848–1866), Series II (1866)

George William Russell photo
Harald V of Norway photo
Homér photo

“As stars in the night sky glittering
round the moon's brilliance blaze in all their glory
when the air falls to a sudden, windless calm…
all the lookout peaks stand out and the jutting cliffs
and the steep ravines and down from the high heavens bursts
the boundless, bright air and all the stars shine clear
and the shepherd's heart exults.”

VIII. 551–555 (tr. Robert Fagles).
Alexander Pope's translation:
: As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light,
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole,
O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed,
And tip with silver every mountain's head;
Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise,
A flood of glory bursts from all the skies.
Iliad (c. 750 BC)