Night Quotes - Page 50

Knowledge without Spirit is like finding yourself on a cold night with all the wood in the world and no flame to ignite it.

I who am in the night will move into the day.

I've never stayed awake at night over a chance I took that failed, but I've stayed awake over chances I didn't take.

When things go wrong and will not come right, Though you do the best you can, When life looks black as the hour of night, A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

There was nothing, just this deathly, terrible silence in the dark night with the stars overhead.

I always see about six scuffles a night when I come to San Francisco. That's one of the town's charms.

I used to get drunk every night until I puked. Finally I admitted, "I am a bulemic".

However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!

I slept peacefully that night, feeling exultant and determined. Little did I know that I was making the most common and the most painful mistake women have made all throughout the ages: to naively think that with their love they can change the man they love.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming.

If I was going to go out tonight, I was going to go out fighting. Or screaming in agony. Either way.

The secret of staying fresh in a show is to remember that the audience you're playing for that night has never seen it before.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night.

The judge is not the knight-errant, roaming at will in pursuit of his own ideal of beauty or of goodness.

To live in Australia permanently is rather like going to a party and dancing all night with one's mother.

I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.

I do whatever I do. I go to the club. I work on material. While other people are sleeping, I'm awake. I always liked that. I like being able to drive when there's no traffic. It's almost like you own the street at night.

The night I sailed for China, March 3, 1893, my life, on the human side, was broken, and it never was mended again. But He has been enough.

The Death of the contemporary forms of social order ought to gladden rather than trouble the soul. Yet what is frightening is that the departing world leaves behind it not an heir, but a pregnant widow. Between the death of the one and the birth of the other, much water will flow by, a long night of chaos and desolation will pass.

When I'm in Italy on a Friday night, my first supper there is a big bowl of fresh pasta and a glass of local wine, sitting outside. There's nothing better.

Every night I get up on stage, I love it. I never get like, 'Oh, I'm bored, I want to go home.' I never, ever get like that.

Everything that is great in life is the product of slow growth; the newer, and greater, and higher, and nobler the work, the slower is its growth, the surer is its lasting success. Mushrooms attain their full power in a night; oaks require decades. A fad lives its life in a few weeks; a philosophy lives through generations and centuries.

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.