I may have been dead for the past hundred and fifty years, Susannah,… but that doesn't mean I don't know how people say good night. And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.
Good night and good luck.
Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
If thou intend to do any good; tarry not till to-morrow! for thou knowest not what may chance thee this night.
Good night, and good luck.
A little work, a little gay
To keep us going—and so good-day!A little warmth, a little light
Of love’s bestowing—and so, good-night.A little fun, to match the sorrow
Of each day’s growing—and so, good-morrow!A little trust that when we die
We reap our sowing—and so—good-bye!
I say good night-night
I tuck him in tight.
But things are not right.
For the good of the search for some heaven on earth
For the good of one hell of a night, for
the good of one hell of a night.
Good days and long nights to ya, sai.
Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.