Night Quotes - Page 216

Watching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.

There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.

Even if I could not earn a penny from my writing, I would earn my livelihood at something else and continue to write at night.

It could be Grammy night, Oscar night, whatever - I don't feel the pressure to be there.

My old trainer used to tell us not to blast, but to caress the ball whenever we took possession. If the ball were a woman... she would be spending all night with Berbatov.

Here, in the bare dark face of night A calm unhurried eye draws sight We see in what we think we fear The cloudings of our thought made clear

Timothy Leary and I kept the same hours. He believed, as I do, that “After midnight, all things are possible.

I once sang 'Summer Nights,' from 'Grease,' at a bar in Melbourne with John Travolta, who's a good friend of mine. He looked cool singing the part of Danny - sitting in an armchair, smoking a cigar - while I got stuck playing Sandy.

Donald Trump does represent a smashup of Washington D.C. He represents a total leveling of everything that people are angry about. And he has Ivanka [Trump]. And I must say, she was there last night, and she is the generational bridge that he needs, because Marco Rubio, the "children of Reagan" line is a good line.

The press and politicians. A delicate relationship. Too close, and danger ensues. Too far apart and democracy itself cannot function without the essential exchange of information. Creative leaks, a discreet lunch, interchange in the Lobby, the art of the unattributable telephone call, late at night.

Work at it night and day.

Radio astronomers study radio waves from space using sensitive antennas and receivers, which give them precise information about what an astronomical object is and where it is in our night sky. And just like the signals that we send and receive here on Earth, we can convert these transmissions into sound using simple analog techniques.

One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.

The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary.

Our artists have the power to bring our dreams and our nightmares to life so we will never forget.

Not snow, no, nor rain, nor heat, nor night keeps them from accomplishing their appointed courses with all speed.

The Persians are very fond of wine ... It is also their general practice to deliberate upon affairs of weight when they are drunk; and then in the morning, when they are sober, the decision to which they came the night before is put before them by the master of the house in which it was made; and if it is then approved they act on it; if not, they set it aside. Sometimes, however, they are sober at their first deliberations, but in this case they always reconsider the matter under the influence of wine.

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

Many who have learned from Hesiod the countless names of gods and monsters never understand that night and day are one

Most musicians I know don't just play music on Saturday night. They play music every day. They are always fiddling around, letting the notes lead them from one place to another. Taking still photographs is like that. It is a generative process. It pulls you along.

To the covetous man life is a nightmare, and God lets him wrestle with it as best he may.

Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man's substance with invisible teeth.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

What are our conductors giving us year after year? Only fresh corpses. Over these beautifully embalmed sonatas, toccatas, symphonies and operas the public dance the jitterbug. Night and day without let the radio drowns us in a hog-wash of the most nauseating, sentimental ditties. From the churches comes the melancholy dirge of the dead Christ, a music which is no more sacred than a rotten turnip.