"Her daylight view of them necessarily differed from the cloudy vision of the night. The winged Furies were now prowling gossips who dropped in on each other for tea" (178).

"...she had to go upstairs for a lonely night, a night grim and sleepless as her tortured fancy...she had never learned to live with her own thoughts, and to be confronted with them through such hours of lucid misery made the confused wretchedness of her previous vigil seem easily bearable...Daylight disbanded the phantom crew and made it clear to her that she would hear from Selden before noon" (188).

I live by my mother's mantra: No matter how bad things seem at night, they will always seem better in the morning. Lily Bart seems to recognize this to be true. For some reason, the nighttime brings out the worst thoughts and emotions in people. The Furies Bart describes seem to lurk in the shadows. I feel lucky to have realized at a young age that sometimes it is best just to go to bed when I am upset about something. Morning brings a new outlook on life. Sunshine never fails to put even the worst problems in a happier setting. I can't count the number of times I have given this advice to a friend in distress late at night. Without fail, the morning brings hope.