I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.
—Søren Kierkegaard
The victory of Calvary was won that night in the garden of Gethsemane. The calm majesty of His bearing in meeting the awful onslaughts of Pilate’s judgment hall and of Calvary was the outcome of the struggle, agony, and victory of Gethsemane.
—R. A. Torrey
It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young.
The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn’t help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky
It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young.
The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn’t help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky
The darker the night, the brighter the stars.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky
“Let the morning break with thoughts of Christ, and let your last thought at night be sweetened with his presence.”
A rich man has fifteen rooms for three people and he won’t let a poor man spend the night in his home and get warm.
A peasant has a fifteen-foot wide hut for seven people and he gladly takes in a stranger.
—Leo Tolstoy
The victory of Calvary was won that night in the garden of Gethsemane. The calm majesty of His bearing in meeting the awful onslaughts of Pilate’s judgment hall and of Calvary was the outcome of the struggle, agony, and victory of Gethsemane.
—R. A. Torrey
Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.
—Sun Tzu
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.
—Carl Jung
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.
—Carl Jung
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
—Franz Kafka
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
—George Orwell
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
—Franz Kafka
Night gives a black look to everything, whatever it may be.
—Arthur Schopenhauer
What hath night to do with sleep?
—John Milton
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
—Vincent Van Gogh
When I feel well and in a good humour, or when I am taking a drive or walking after a good meal, or in the night when I cannot sleep, thoughts crowd into my mind as easily as you could wish.
—Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night.
—Arthur Schopenhauer
They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.
—Seneca
I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.
—Søren Kierkegaard
When I am ….. completely myself, entirely alone… or during the night when I cannot sleep, it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence and how these ideas come I know not nor can I force them.
—Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
—Friedrich Nietzsche
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.
—Friedrich Nietzsche
Every night human beings lay aside the wrappings in which they have enveloped their skin..
We may add that when they go to sleep they carry out an entirely analogous undressing of their minds.
—Sigmund Freud
“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”
—Stephenie Meyer
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
—William Shakespeare
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there’s a lot of difference.
—Ernest Hemingway
Clearness and glory, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Light of my soul, lead on,
I follow Thee.
All through the moonless night,
Making its darkness bright,
Thou art my Heavenly Light—
Praise, praise to Thee.
—Amy Carmichael
What is their power, my Lord, to Thee?
Shadows of fear, oh, flee away;
I hear my Captain calling me—
Where is the night? ’Tis dawn, ’tis day.
—Amy Carmichael