You never get tired of looking at the stars — Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
You never get tired of looking at the stars — Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
You never get tired of looking at the stars — Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
You never get tired of looking at the stars — Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
You never get tired of looking at the stars — Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
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You never get tired of looking at the stars

— Warren Ellis, The Planetary Omnibus
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More “Night” Quotes

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them fr — Omar Khayyám, The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hang — Charlotte Eriksson
Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that kee — Joyce Cary, The Horse's Mouth
সারাটি রাত্রি তারাটির সাথে তারাটিরই হয় কথা,আমাদের মুখ সারাটি রাত্রি মাটির বুকের 'পরে! — Jibanananda Das, জীবনানন্দ দাশের শ্রেষ্ঠ কবিতা
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling — Munia Khan
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul. — Sanober Khan
In the dark I rest,unready for the light which dawnsday after day,eager to be shared.Black silk, shelter me.I needmore o — Denise Levertov
Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuveLa pleine lune s'étalait,Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuveSur Paris — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read. — Sanober Khan
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry — Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and — Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight. — Aberjhani