window, let day in, and let life out.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow that
I shall say goodnight till it be morrow"

"O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back."

(Juliet, Romeo and Juliet)