Countee Cullen Quotes

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

The light, the sky, the water, they were all things you looked *through* during the day. At night, they were things you looked *into*. You looked *into* the stars, you looked *into* dark rollers and the surprising platinum flash of their caps.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

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

I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

If you could see the earth illuminated when you were in a place as dark as night, it would look to you more splendid than the moon.

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

On a really dark night, you can see between 1,000 and 1,500 stars, and there are millions more that haven't been discovered. It is so easy to think that the world revolves around you, but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't that way at all. -Brian Fitzgerald

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

The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

Have you, in truth, ever seen something so heartbreakingly lovely? What are we to make of a world where stars shine bright in the midst of so much darkness and gloom?

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.