Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900-1944) French aviator and writer.
Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.
Ovid (BC 43-AD 18) Roman poet.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Seneca (4 BC-65) Roman philosopher and playwright.
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.
Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895) Scottish essayist, poet and novelist.
Press close bare-bosomed night -- press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! mad naked summer night.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) American poet.
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) Argentine writer, essayist, and poet.
Shadow owes its birth to light.
John Gay (1685-1732) English poet and dramatist.
Night is the mother of counsels.
George Herbert (1593-1632) British poet.
Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o clock is a scoundrel.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) British author.