Quotes About Morning

When the sun peeped into the girl's room early next morning, to promise them a fine day, he saw a comical sight... This funny spectacle appeared to amuse the sun, for he burst out with such radiance that Jo woke up, and roused all her sisters by a hearty laugh at Amy's ornament.

Never had the sun risen so beautifully, and never had the world seemed so lovely as it did to the heavy eyes of Meg and Jo

I was glad to see the Irish coast, and found it very lovely, so green and sunny, with brown cabins here and there, ruins on some of the hills, and gentlemen's country-seats in the valleys, with deer feeding in the parks. It was early in the morning, but I didn't regret getting up to see it, for the bay was full of little boats, the shore so picturesque, and a rosy sky over head; I never shall forget it.

Where have you been, and what are you hiding behind you?" asked Meg, surprised to see, by her hood and cloak, that lazy Amy had been out so early. "Don't laugh at me, Jo; I didn't mean anyone should know till the time came. I only meant to change the little bottle for a big one, and I gave all my money to get it, and I'm truly trying not to be selfish anymore.

Our time is short. I shouldn't have believed that this morning; but now things are different. Binkie, where was Moses when the light went out?' Binkie smiled from ear to ear, as a well-bred terrier should, but made no suggestion.

Sparrows and pigeons and a blackbird were celebrating the morning in the courtyard.

Sweeties were a breakfast cereal. They did not snap,crackle or pop, or do anything the more talented cereals did.

The weather was gray, the streets filled with that Sunday morning silence that makes you feel like everybody else is home with people that they love.

It wasn't just catching mackerel that made those dawns red-letter days for us. It was like watching the world being created anew to watch the sun come up -the orange streak changing to flames -orange, yellow, crimson; to watch the whole bay catch the glory of it – to watch the western sky take fire. People who don't ever watch sunrises miss a lot of wonder.

More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun. Just yesterday, an autumnal London was drenched in rain. The airplane drenched in rain. A cold wind, darkness. But here, from the morning's earliest moments, the airport is ablaze with sunlight, all of us in sunlight.

Nairobi: la ciudad, vacía, no se había despertado aún de su perezoso sueño de domingo

When I get up in the morning, I go right back to bed again. I feel best in the evening the moment I put out the light and pull the feather-bed over my head. I sit up once more, look around the room with indescribable satisfaction, and then good night, down under the feather-bed.

When I get up in the morning I go straight back to bed again. I feel best in the evening, the moment I dowse the candle, pull the eiderdown over my head. I raise myself up once more, look about the room with an indescribable peace of mind, and then it's goodnight, down under the eiderdown.

But the present generation, wearied by its chimerical efforts, relapses into complete indolence. Its condition is that of a man who has only fallen asleep towards morning: first of all come great dreams, then a feeling of laziness, and finally a witty or clever excuse for remaining in bed.

He ate breakfast like a savage: quantities of leavened bread, chunks of cheese made from cows' milk, and coffee drowned in cows' milk too, which he called galão – things that no right-minded person would eat at the beginning of the day.)

Later that morning the memorial service for his friend Bruce Chatwin was to be held at the Orthodox church on Moscow Road in Bayswater.

H. Ford standing by his assembly line cried out, 'If the people of this nation understood our banking and monetary system, I believe there would be a revolution tomorrow morning.

To pick up the paper and read about yourself getting slammed, that doesn't start your day off right.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the psalms.

The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

Coffee is the ultimate stress buster for me and I need my cup of coffee in the morning to kick start my day.

If I jump out of bed without hugging my husband, that creates stress between us.