O, I have pass’d a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights. That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Thou ’twere to buy a world of happy days, So full of dismal terror was the time! (Richard III)
So we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself must rest. Though the night was […]
It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because there words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the […]
I like the night. It’s more honest than the day. Things are hidden but there’s much to hear – police sirens, lovemaking, echoes of gunfire. Sometimes I make out music wafting through an open window. I like the anticipation that strikes me as the sun goes down. I feel energized by the waiting, but wanting […]
Having someone wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night is a very old human need.
A star shall be our pilot Across the sea of light, And some enchanted island Shall be our port at night.
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! were I with thee- Wild Nights would be our luxury – Futile the winds to a heart in port, Gone with the compass – Gone with the chart – Rowing in Eden – Ah the Sea! Might I but moor – Tonight in thee
Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.
When I consider how, after sunset, the stars come out gradually in troops from behind the hills and woods, I confess that I could not have contrived a more curious and inspiring night.