Best Night Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.”

“Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets.”

“Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. thats all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.”

“For Death is the meaning of night;”

“This is a night for song and sin and drink, for come the morrow, the virtuous and the vile burn together.”

“War is like night, she said. It covers everything.”

“Before the beginning of years”

“He's waiting for yu, young queen.'”

“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”

“If you have ever come up against Nothing you have no idea how it can scare you out of your wits. When I was a child I used to be afraid of Something in the dark. I know now that the most fearful thing about the dark is that we may find Nothing in it.”

“Night time”

“And here face down beneath the sun”

“a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.”

“The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,”

“সারাটি রাত্রি তারাটির সাথে তারাটিরই হয় কথা,”

“The stars are forth, the moon above the tops”

“Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve”

“And night comes with a gentle storm to permeate the conduits of my blood. And shy rain whispers your name.”

“All of us wild and fighting for our lives. In the fragrant wilderness of this blue night, my heart sings along with the other nocturnal beasts.”

“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.”

“In the dark I rest,”

“No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.”

“Take a shower. Wash away every trace of yesterday. Of smells. Of weary skin. Get dressed. Make coffee, windows open, the sun shining through. Hold the cup with two hands and notice that you feel the feeling of warmth. 
 You still feel warmth.
Now sit down and get to work. Keep your mind sharp, head on, eyes on the page and if small thoughts of worries fight their ways into your consciousness: threw them off like fires in the night and keep your eyes on the track. Nothing but the task in front of you.”

“All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide”

“i want to be”

“I love the silent hour of night,”

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

“I love you to the moon and bed.”

“A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.”

“I had a dream about you last night. I was alone on a dark night and you came to me as a firefly. I knew it was you because you were the brightest.”