Night Quote by Pablo Neruda Download Open image “You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.” — Pablo Neruda ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Night Peace Silence Silence is Stars
Quietness is the beginning of virtue. To be silent is to be beautiful. Stars do not make a noise. — James Stephens Copy Share Image
Silence is bringing you back home, and it gives you that much needed energy to realize 'Who You Are', to realize that there is… — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Copy Share Image
True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment. — William Penn Copy Share Image
When you connect to the silence within you, that is when you can make sense of the disturbance going on around you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing,… — Banana Yoshimoto Copy Share Image
Silence is the medium of source between you and your ego consciousness. — Gopichand Lagadapati Copy Share Image
Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of… — Edward Hoagland Copy Share Image
Silence is the absolute core of reality, the inner nature of all that is. — Swami Premodaya Copy Share Image
You don't even have to say a word. Silence is good enough for me just as long as you're here. — Ryaj Ablando-Catayas Copy Share Image
Silences, as every observer knows, have strange characteristics all their own - passionate silences, and hateful silences, and silences full of friendly, purring content. — Alice Duer Miller Copy Share Image
Your silence exists as does my self gathering. But so does the almost absolute silence of the world's dawning. In such suspension, before every… — Luce Irigaray Copy Share Image
When I get home at night I look up at the sky and talk to the stars pretending its you. It acts just like… — Superman Copy Share Image
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man transported by chance with a woman vaguely found, we undressed as if to die or swim or grow old and we thrust ourselves one inside the other, she surrounding me like a hole, I cracking her… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion. To survive myself I forged you like… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't drink much anymore, but when I traveled with Frank Sinatra, God rest his soul, I used to drink like I could do it. He made it a test. In Vegas, the Rat Pack, which I was a little part of, drank all night and slept most of the day. Then, about 5 o'clock, we'd meet in the hotel… — Don Rickles Copy Share
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing! It is the jester! A voice from the Void, to cheer poor Cicero! I accept your gift, dearest Night Mother.… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
At the end of night, before you close your eyes, be content with what you've done and be proud of who you are. — Steve Almond Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is… — Anonymous Copy Share
I don't like working all hours of the night and having an unreliable working pattern. — Michael Giacchino Copy Share Image
When man of slender visits you / Nothing on earth that one can do / In well he’ll hide, or watery hole / And he will eat your mortal soul / so if thou seest the man so thin / pray you don’t see him again / for he is not from world we know / he cometh from far… — Jack Goldstein Copy Share
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The universe contains any amount of horrible ways to be woken up, such as the noise of the mob breaking down the front door, the scream of fire engines, or the realization that today is the Monday which on Friday night was a comfortably long way off. A dog's wet nose is not strictly speaking the worst of the bunch,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share
I didn't get how big it was until I went home, turned on the television and saw it on all the news, and later… — Paul Simon Copy Share Image