Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
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.
Beware thoughts that come in the night.
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.
Perfect Night is minimalistic and that's what makes it so forceful.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
All I've ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night.