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Quoteland Fanatic |
Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a different season.
-Henry David Thoreau I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night, 1839 The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. ~William Cullen Bryant, Hymn to the North Star *** Since the house is on fire let us warm ourselves. ~Italian Proverb |
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Quoteland Titan![]() |
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
~ William Blake *** Things ain't what they used to be and probably never was. ~ Will Rogers |
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Moderator Quoteland Overlord |
There is something. . .not quite right about night life, something shadowy in every sense. However efficiently artificial light annihilates the difference between night and day, it never wholly eliminates the primitive suspicion that night people are up to no good.~A. Alvarez, An Exploration of Night Life, Night Language, Sleep and Dreams. (1995)
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.~Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths (1964) * * * Since we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our minds, our one duty is to furnish it well~Peter Ustinov |
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Quoteland Fanatic |
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh
Which Vernal Zephyrs breathe in evening's ear Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars, unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab *** He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. —Rudyard Kipling |
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Quoteland Titan![]() |
Oh, treacherous night! thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
~ Aaron Hill Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star. ~ Confucius *** Things ain't what they used to be and probably never was. ~ Will Rogers |
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Quoteland Fanatic |
Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.
~ Patricia A. McKillip, Harpist in the Wind. *** He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. —Rudyard Kipling |
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Moderator Quoteland Demigod ![]() |
If only I could share it:
The soft sound of snow Falling late at night From the trees At this old temple. -- Hakuin (1686-1768) - much love, light and laughter, ananya. *~Come play with my ~*Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make your's burn any brighter.*~ We can't all be stars, but we can all twinkle. We may not have it all together, but together we have it all. |
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Quoteland Fanatic |
I have been one acquainted with the night.
~Robert Frost Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. ~Henry Beston With finger on her solemn lip, Night hushed the shadowy earth. ~Margaret Deland *** He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. —Rudyard Kipling |
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Junior Member |
Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towers and golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn asleep till morning. The silence of earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mysery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.
-Fydor Dostoyevsky,The Brothers Karamazov |
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