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“There’s something about a warm summer night where all the boundaries of the world seem to fall to the softness of moonlight and crickets. And with the astonishing expanse of the entire world having drawn within arm’s reach, I realize that nothing is so far from where I am that it can’t be affected by who I am.”

— Craig D. Lounsbrough, Share via Whatsapp

“night opens I enter night shuts I don t leave”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems, Share via Whatsapp

“The air is of silver and pearl, the night is liquid with moonlight.”

— Willa Cather, The Collected Works of Willa Cather, Share via Whatsapp

“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh, Share via Whatsapp

“Every morning, I get up to be mine and every night, I give up on myself as yours.”

— Nitya Prakash, Share via Whatsapp

“Night changed the streets. It dressed them in the mourning clothes named darkness, and applied the makeup called mystery.”

— Hideyuki Kikuchi, A Wind Named Amnesia / Invader Summer, Share via Whatsapp

“Some night sounds outside my window remain strange & mysterious. Perhaps they are the sounds of the trees themselves, stretching their limbs in the dark, shifting a little, flexing their fingers, whispering to one another.”

— Ruskin Bond, Roads To Mussoorie, Share via Whatsapp

“It was night, and the sky spreading into a rain that fell like darkness visible, a glistering where there was no light.”

— Sandra Newman, The Heavens, Share via Whatsapp

“He stayed under the fluorescent street light until the sounds of traffic and nightlife faded into silence, and only then did he look up into the night sky, the way he usually did when he was looking for answers.”

— Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us, Share via Whatsapp

“Somewhere in this insomniac night / my life is beginning / without me.”

— Tarfia Faizullah, Registers of Illuminated Villages: Poems, Share via Whatsapp

“Tomorrow s a red flush in the western sky Tomorrow s a black hush in the middle night Tomorrow swears the truth of now, now, and now In the trembling blue gasp of the morning light”

— Shannon Hale, Princess Academy, Share via Whatsapp

“The same night, the same rain.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems, Share via Whatsapp

“And I waited for the sun to rise - as it always had, like a song from the night.”

— Samantha Shannon, The Song Rising, Share via Whatsapp

“Ever since I ve been broken, a thousand days and nights have slipped in between and yet it feels like it s just been a moment.”

— Nitya Prakash, Share via Whatsapp

“In later years it would sometimes happen that I’d wake up at night and see the stars so real in the sky and so meaningful in their course, and couldn’t understand how anyone could bring themselves to miss so much of the world.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, Share via Whatsapp

“Nightlife is filled with personal tragedies.”

— Naguib Mahfouz, Share via Whatsapp

“You get a peculiar outlook at night. You feel an oddity, and are quite content to be one.”

— Lucilla Andrews, The Secret Armour, Share via Whatsapp