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Night Quotes - Page 153

Night will always be a time of fear and insecurity, and the heart will sink with the sun.

Isaac Asimov (2008). “The Stars, Like Dust”, p.96, Macmillan

The soul is a temple; and God is silently building it by night and by day. Precious thoughts are building it; disinterested love is building it; all-penetrating faith is building it.

Henry Ward Beecher, Truman Jeremiah Ellinwood (1872). “The Original Plymouth Pulpit: Sermons of Henry Ward Beecher in Plymouth Church, Brooklyn”

Then at night the general stillness is more impressive than any sound, but occasionally you hear the note of an owl farther or nearer in the woods, and if near a lake, the semihuman cry of the loons at their unearthly revels.

Henry David Thoreau (2017). “Collected Works of Henry David Thoreau (Illustrated): Philosophical and Autobiographical Books, Essays, Poetry, Translations, Biographies & Letters: Walden, Civil Disobedience, The Maine Woods, Cape Cod, Slavery in Massachusetts, Walking…”, p.677, e-artnow

It is no more dusky in ordinary nights than our mind's habitual atmosphere, and the moonlight is as bright as our most illuminatedmoments are.

Henry David Thoreau, Horace Elisha Scudder, Harrison Gray Otis Blake, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Franklin Benjamin Sanborn (1803). “The Writings of Henry David Thoreau”, p.408

I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

Henry David Thoreau (2012). “The Portable Thoreau”, p.402, Penguin

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

Heinrich Heine (1859). “The Poems of Heine, complete: Translated in the original Metres: With a Sketch of Heine's Life. By Edgar Alfred Bowring”, p.167

The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.

Heinrich Heine, Hal Draper (1982). “The complete poems of Heinrich Heine: a modern English version”, Suhrkamp/Insel

The longest day must have its close — the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day.

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher STOWE (2016). “Collected Works (Complete and Illustrated Editions: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Queer Little Folks, The Chimney-Corner, ...)”, p.374, Harriet Beecher Stowe

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

Guy Gavriel Kay (2016). “The Summer Tree: Book One of the The Fionavar Tapestry”, p.253, Hachette UK