And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed. The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then night, like some great loving mother, gently lays her hand upon our fevered head, and turns our little tear-stained face upto hers, and smiles, and though she does not speak, we know what she would say, and lay our hot flushed cheek against her bosom, and the pain is gone. Sometimes, our pain is very deep and real, and we stand before her very silent, because there is no language for our pain, only a moan. Night's heart is full of pity for us: she cannot ease our aching; she takes our hand in hers, and the little world grows very small and very far away beneath us, and borne on her dark wings, we pass for a moment into a mightier presence than her own, and in the wondrous light of that great presence, all human life's like a book before us, and we know that Pain and Sorrow are but the angels of God. Jerome K. Jerome
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 Jerome K. Jerome
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one. Idleness, like kisses, to be...
I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.
(Speaking of the Cistercian monks) A grim fraternity, passing grim lives in that sweet spot, that God had made so bright! Strange that Nature's voices all around them--the soft singing of the waters, the wisperings of the river grass, the music of the rushing wind--should...
We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can't do without.
