One summer night out on a flat

One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space.  Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages.  Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.  My companion and I were alone with the stars:  the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon.  It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators.  But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.  ~Rachel Carson

There is something haunting in the light

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.  ~Joseph Conrad

It was a lovely evening night out

It was a lovely evening. Night was out hunting on her black steed, and the long cloud mane fluttered on the wind. I stood at my window watching the moon. Is there really a “man in the moon?”… When I was little they told me that the moon was a fruit, and that when it was ripe, it was picked and laid away, amid a vast collection of old full moons, in a great bureau, which stood at the end of the world, where it is nailed up with boards. ~Heinrich Heine, “The Hartz Journey” (1824), Pictures of Travel, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, 1855TPVgb, Qe2

Night the beloved when words fade and

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-Exupéry

O wild and wondrous midnight there is

O wild and wondrous midnight,
There is a might in thee
To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
Of immortality.
~James Russell Lowell, Midnight

Beware thoughts that come in the night

Beware thoughts that come in the night.  They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.  ~William Trogdon

How magnificent the city is by june

How magnificent the city is by the June moonlight! ? after the streets are empty and silent. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate StephensTPVgb, Smith b.1849-d.1877, Stephens b.1853-d.1938; Smith was Professor of Greek Language and Literature at the University of Kansas from 1872-1875

And the night shall be filled with

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is DoneMCTO, QSO

A house is never still in darkness

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises.  Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.  ~J.M. Barrie, Little Ministerquoted in Night by Ezra Jack Keats, photographs by Beverly Hall, 1969

In my age as in youth night

In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse.  I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race – never quite sane in the night.  ~Mark Twain

Tis midnight now the bend and broken

‘Tis midnight now.  The bend and broken moon,
Batter’d and black, as from a thousand battles,
Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.
~Joaquin Miller, Ina

Sometimes i lie awake at night and

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?"  Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."  ~Charles M. Schulz

Is there not a tongue in every

Is there not
A tongue in every star that talks with man,
And wooes him to be wise? nor wooes in vain;
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
~Anna Letitia Barbauld, A Summer Evening’s Meditation

A hand omnipotent in endless space from

A hand omnipotent, in endless space,
From chaos, formed a world and found a place,
Where, through the countless ages, yet unborn,
A star might shine from dusk to rosy morn….
~Author Unknown, "The Fall of Man"

Learn to reverence night and put away

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.  ~Henry Beston

Day like a weary pilgrim had reached

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.  ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperionbk IV, ch V

Moon hangs almost full pieces of cloud

Moon hangs, almost full
pieces of cloud scatter,
glide in soft, summer breeze.
We lay in our meadow
listening to the sound of night….
~Daniel James Burt, "Meadow Again"