Night is always darkest before the dawn, and life is the same. The hard times will pass; everything will get better and the sun will shine brighter than ever.
Rich People plan for three generations. Poor people plan for Saturday night.
The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.
I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone in the night Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I’ve got a war in my mind So, I just ride.
You can sit right on my middle finger for the night.
The dark night of the soul is when you have lost the flavor of life but have not yet gained the fullness of divinity. So it is that we must weather that dark time, the period of transformation when what is familiar has been taken away and the new richness is not yet ours.
There’s no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child’s play.
Because I cannot sleep I make music in the night.
If I have questions about the universe on my mind when I go to bed, I can’t turn off. I dream equations all night.
Long days and pleasant nights.
Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise.
Day by day and night by night we were together – all else has long been forgotten by me.
The energy in the daytime is so different because everyone is so unhappy and depressed and you can pick up on that energy psychokinetically. So I like to come out at night. Everything’s settled, you can see more.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on until tomorrow, let it Be...
I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends – it gives a lovely light!
She gives the night its dreams.
I don’t lose any sleep at night over the potential for failure. I cannot even spell the word.