Photography For You

Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep. ~Catherine O'Hara




There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light. ~N.P. Willis




I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~Vincent Van Gogh



The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand. ~Frederick L. Knowles



There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997



Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
~Lord Byron, Childe Harold



Night is a world lit by itself. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin




Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry



By night, an atheist half believes in God. ~Edward Young, Night Thoughts



O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
~George Eliot, The Spanish Gypsy



Research is the name given the crystal formed when the night's worry is added to the day's sweat. ~Martin H. Fischer



Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline



One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will. ~Rachel Carson