Italo Calvino Quotes

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.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

The Great Design

God governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

Every second, ten stars set behind the black water in the west.

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.

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

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

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

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.

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.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

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.

Night falls fast. Today is the past.

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home