Gloomiest

The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

For the happiest life, rigorously plan your days, leave your nights open to chance. ~ Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Night is a world lit by itself.

The day has eyeshe night has ears.

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.

How long the night seems to one kept awake by pain.

Remember tonight… for it is the beginning of always.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body.