Here, in the garden at night, it is another world, strange and yet friendly and familiar, never frightening. There is such quietness, such sweetness, such refreshment. Close your eyes. Breathe in again, smell everything mingled together, flowers and earth and leaves and grass. Smell the night. Listen. Nothing at all. Silence, rushing like the sea in your ears. However small and sparse the garden, and wherever it is, even inside a great city, if something grows there, it is a magic place by night. Leave it, walk quietly back towards the lights that shine out of the house. You will take its magic with you. Now, you will sleep. Susan Hill
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and...
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Charlotte Eriksson
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Franz Kafka
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
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Amit Kalantri
Your smile is what gets me through the day and my dreams of you are what gets me through the night.
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Anthony T. Hincks
Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark
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Isaac Bashevis Singer
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