O night, O sweetest time, though black of hue, with peace you force all the restless work to end;those who exalt you see and understand, and he is sound of mind who honours you. You cut the thread of tired thoughts, for soyou offer calm in your moist shade; you sendto this low sphere the dreams where we ascendup to the highest, where I long to go. Shadow of death that brings to quiet closeall miseries that plague the heart and soul, for those in pain the last and best of cures;you heal the flesh of its infirmities, dry and our tears and shut away our toil, and free the good from wrath and fretting cares. Michelangelo Buonarroti
Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.
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Henry David Thoreau
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
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Anonymous
I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.
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Kate Moss
Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.
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Mike Birbiglia
He returned to his seat and sat down; the road is so long, so long; he had to get through these spaces where stations clustered about the track amidst the black night like some black coffin set with candles. He thought that minute was flying...
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Andrei Bely
More Quotes By Michelangelo Buonarroti
No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.
If I am more alive because love burns and chars me, as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation, it's that he who lays me low is my salvation, and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.
As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch The stone unhewn and cold Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes, The more the statue grows.
