And the night shall be filled with music, and the cares, that infest the day, shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, and as silently steal away. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame! – William Shakespeare
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. – Maurice Maeterlinck, Wisdom and Destiny, 1901, translated by Alfred Sutro
