John Donne Quotes

Night was running ahead of itself.

... but the longest day hath its evening.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

The difficulty is to try and teach the multitude that something can be true and untrue at the same time.

The best characters are the ones that somehow manage to be both attractive and repulsive at the same time. If you do that, you're at the center of the universe - if you can find characters who are more ambiguous and can raise more questions than answers.

The BAFTA is both absolutely fantastic and sort of meaningless at the same time.

What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.

Dread of night. Dread of not-night.

Literature exists at the same time in the modes of error and truth; it both betrays and obeys its own mode of being.

Television is what it's always been. The best of times and the worst of times at the same time.

Being human is being a lot of things at the same time.

Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.

The year is dying in the night.

Dark Error's other hidden side is truth.

Night, a more perfect day.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day.

Watching him, I thought, not for the first time that night, that maybe it should have felt strange to be with him, here, now. And yet it didn’t, at all. That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn’t so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate...

And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.

DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.

The aphorism wants to be at the same time both main line and off beat.

Time heals all things but one: Time.