The night is given to us to take breath, to pray, to drink deep at the fountain of power.
Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write [create]? Dig into yourself for a deep answer.
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
I'm not sure about 'absolute' happiness, but I am happiest when I go to bed at night knowing that I tried to do my best that day.
As the sun sets, we've all had those nights where you question your choices and where your life is going.
Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.
Here, in the bare dark face of night A calm unhurried eye draws sight We see in what we think we fear The cloudings of our thought made clear
