Quotes
Quotes about Night
God made his mind up, right from the beginning, that some were damned, some saved, and strictly what you did with life, saintly by choice or sinning, mattered to God not one benighted jot. You prosper? That probably means you're winning. You're losing, lost - the sudden voices shout it. You're lost, and nothing can be done about it.
In my head a cloud of gloom dripped dew on my individual doom and an endless nightmare vista
Night is my mistress and my muse. To her I drink
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear--not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward, it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose misapplication of the word. Consider the flea!--incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage. Whether you are asleep or awake he will attack you, caring nothing for the fact that in bulk and strength you are to him as are the massed armies of the earth to a sucking child; he lives both day and night and all days and nights in the very lap of peril and the immediate presence of death, and yet is no more afraid than is the man who walks the streets of a city that was threatened by an earthquake ten centuries before. When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam as men who didn't know what fear was, we ought always to add the flea--and put him at the head of the procession.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There never was night that had no morn.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Night fell again. There was war to the south, but our sector was quiet. The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.
Night fell again. There was war to the south, but our sector was quiet. The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.
We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? what passions opposed? what temptation resisted? what virtue acquired? Our vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you make the whole trip that way.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou wert by.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
Tom Delay did bugs exterminate before he did kid soldiers terminate. Kissinger's Bremer has not been forthright about how many died in the last fortnight.
Unfortunately, the balance of nature decrees that a super-abundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares.
The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick like a posthole digger. (in reference to the death by ruptured kidney and other factors after the clubbing of Nathaniel Jones by 2 Cincinnati policemen).
