Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving, and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.
What hath night to do with sleep?
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
I’m not really sure why. But ... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don’t think so. That’s what makes the betrayal hurt so much – pain, frustration, anger ... and I still loved her. I still do.
If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once. By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root.
There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.
The difference between treason and patriotism is only a matter of dates.
Cheating, disloyalty, unfaithfulness – they start out as little things justified by clever reasonings of the brain, but never do they fully convince the knowing heart.
You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.