Langston Hughes Quotes

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Soon evening worked its way into the sky, and the city hunched itself down.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

It's twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.

Darkness now rose, as daylight sunk, and brought in low'ring Night her shadowy offspring.

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.