Night. N.I.G.H.T. is the period of time between the sunset and the sunrise when the sun is below the horizon.
Sounds harmless.
And yet, night can be cruel, night can be kind.
Night can be your most loyal ally or your worst foe.
It can be the soft mouth that breathes life into ingenuity and it can be the iron hand that wrenches your guts.
It can be the soft mouth that breathes life into ingenuity and it can be the iron hand that wrenches your guts.
It can be the hand that tenderly strokes your hopes or the foot that tramps them into the ground to pave the way for your trepidations.
Night is the time when flat shadows put on three-dimensional clothes and crawl out from under the bed.
Night is the time when flat shadows put on three-dimensional clothes and crawl out from under the bed.
Night is your fire trench in which you can hide from the dust that you raised during the day.
Night can be short when you sink into a deep sleep. And too long if you can’t.
Night is what happens when your mind blows itself up into an uncontrollable air balloon.
Night is what happens when love is born.
Night is the time when your heart and your head finally meet and sit down at a table to negotiate mutual agreements and take joint decisions.
Night can be the black-and-white negative of reality or the magnifying glass that elicits the day’s true grace
Night is the best time to dance and revel. Night is the best time to raise a glass and send yourself into sweet oblivion.
It is the worst time to cry and the worst time to wallow in the skewed souvenirs of the past.
It is the worst time to exchange one future for another.
It is the worst time to exchange one future for another.
At night seconds shake hands a little while longer than under the sun.
At night hours can expand beyond the confines of time and facilitate fairy tales.
At night silence can be louder and more powerful than the most hurtful words.
At night silence can be more soothing than the drowsy murmur of the ocean.
Night is the fellow that is hard on your heels when you are running as fast as you can whilst tripping up on your own failures.
Night is the servant that queens your achievements and crowns your good deeds.
Night is the bride that accepts winter’s marriage proposal just before they join forces and create a darkness that tastes so frosty that it burns your tongue.
The opposite of night is day.
And every day is only as good as the night that it stems from. Unless you accept that you can’t follow the path of the sun.
“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.” ~ Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
