“Dusk had fallen, While the sky was gray, Red flowers bloomed, And the yellow fade away, Night was to fall, But the sun had to stay, Moon of fourteen, For the lover had to pray, Life gave up hope, Yet the heart had to say, Lover wrote a letter, But the pigeon lost it s way.”
“Malam makin tua, kegembiraanlah yang menjagamu tetap merasa muda.”
“When night falls, does it make a sound?”
“Dark nights are unpleasant, Yes, for strangers to travel, The clouds are heavy. Yes, a storm is approaching.”
“Bored with the upsetting realities of the day? Then leave yourself to the calming mysteries of the night!”
“ধীরে ধীরে রাত বাড়তে লাগলো। চাঁদ হেলে পড়লো পশ্চিমে। উঠোনের ছায়া দীর্ঘ থেকে দীর্ঘতর হলো। পরীর দীঘির পারে একটা রাতজাগা পাখির পাখা ঝাপটানোর আওয়াজ শোনা গেলো। রাত বাড়ছে। হাজার বছরের পুরনো সেই রাত।”
“I have rather watch the beauty of night than the clamor of day.”
“If night never came, people would waste themselves pursuing all that they desire. They would give their own bodies to be consumed for the sake of their desires and greed, but night appears, a treasure of Mercy...”
“It is at night that we talk , for that is the only time when people belong to themselves. The outer sun goes out and lets us look at the inner sun”
“He stopped going to his own bed, waiting instead until Leander was ready for bed and then going to the room with him, the dog once more in his wake. He began to look forward to the night, to what happened between them in these hours, and to the morning when they woke.”
“But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world.”
“the train plunges on through the pitch-black night I never knew I liked the night pitch-black sparks fly from the engine I didn t know I loved sparks I didn t know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return”
“She likes the mystery of that changeover, those fifteen minutes of sundown when the streets and trees and people and parked cars are delicate and immediate, every sound and smell and movement amplified by the lowest light or the lightest darkness. Even a city that’s broken and dirty can, in that time, be divine and intimate.”
“Slowly gently night creeps up on you, more gentle than light, it helps you realize how much the light hinders you. In the darkness your senses learn when they should quit – in the embrace of the dark everything becomes what it really is. People fear the dark but unlike the light it does not lie to you. In the dark you can go where you long to be.”
“These summer nights are short. Going to bed before midnight is unthinkable and talk, wine, moonlight and the warm air are often in league to defer it one, two or three hours more. It seems only a moment after falling asleep out of doors that dawn touches one gently on the shoulder, and, completely refreshed, up one gets, or creeps into the shade or indoors for another luxurious couple of hours. The afternoon is the time for real sleep: into the abyss one goes to emerge when the colours begin to revive and the world to breathe again about five o clock, ready once more for the rigours and pleasures of late afternoon, the evening, and the night.”
“Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night.”
“Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.”