I don't want only one night. I want all the nights. I want all of you, forever..

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night..

Night thoughts have a different color than day thoughts, a different slant, more than anything else they know all the secret paths and chinks in the ….

I was so obsessed by this problem that I was thinking about it all the time - when I woke up in the morning, when I went to sleep at night - and that….

I can't be overwhelmingly happy. I'm never free for a moment day and night from the uncertainty in which we live these days, which excludes any caref….

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the w….

Zach found himself remembering something he'd heard Soledad and Leo saying the previous night, about healing. That it was mysterious. That it took ti….

As long as the fans were happy, I knew I'd had a good night, and it didn't really matter what anuone else thought..

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets..

Let the Common School be expanded to its capabilities, let it be worked with the efficiency of which it is susceptible, and nine tenths of the crimes….

The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do..

Somewhere along the journey of remembering who we really are, we may find ourselves in a very uncomfortable space, a void in which we realize that we….

December finds himself again a child Even as he undergoes his age. Cold and early darkness now descends, Embracing sanctuaries of delight. More a….

Only night can make us whole again..

I never used to tell jokes on stage. Now I'm cutting up jokes all night long..

At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we….

Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me, When my mind or body grieved that had the power to ease me. Maids are full of l….

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling….

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die..

We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug ….

My painting technique has not changed that much over time, although perhaps I am painting tighter and with more detail, in spite of a desire to loose….