Quotes About Morning

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

You will find the key to success under the alarm clock.

It sounds cliche, but success is your friends, your family, what you do, and if you're happy when you wake up.

In all well-organised brains, the predominating idea—and there always is one—is sure to be the last thought before sleeping, and the first upon waking in the morning. Andrea had scarcely opened his eyes when his predominating idea presented itself, and whispered in his ear that he had slept too long.

Oh, said the count, I only know two things which destroy the appetite, — grief — and as I am happy to see you very cheerful, it is not that — and love. Now after what you told me this morning of your heart, I may believe —

I then recollected you gave a breakfast this morning, and here I am. I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.

In all well-organized brains, the predominating idea—and there always is one—is sure to be the last thought before sleeping, and the first upon waking in the morning.

I do believe, Albert, that you are quite set this morning on feeding me with illusions. 'Ah, you must admit that's the diet that best satisfies the stomach.

And all through that night of age-long agony the gray figure stood, still as a statue, at the foot of the stairs. Only, when, with the first chill breath of the morning, a dry, quick-quenched sob of a strong man sorrowing for the helpmeet of a score of years, and a tiny cry of a new-born child wailing because its mother was not, came down to his ears, the Gray Watchman dropped his head upon his bosom, and, with a little whimpering note, crept back to his blanket.

In the dark morning light, her gray eyes look completely green, as though they belonged to a cat that can see in the dark.

One morning when the air was misleading and mild with hope....

Each morning when I arrive, the doves know me; their song rises and falls with pleasure and acceptance. It is always there, a river of sound.

The day had begun, cool and clear and absolutely impossible to avoid

What was desire anyway, when examined in the clear light of day? Was it the way a woman searched for her clothes in the morning, or the manner in which a man might watch her sit before the mirror and comb her hair? Was it a pale November dawn, when ice formed on windowpanes and crows called from the bare black trees? Or was it the way a person might yield to the night, setting forth on a path so unexpected that daylight would never again be completely clear?

winter morning sun that came from beneath the wooden blinds and marked the new day. Another day. She grew giddy with laughter, convinced as she was, and would remain, that there was portent in his misunderstanding, that their child's life had indeed begun at that hour. Their baby grand, first of four.

They're all in church," he said and saw the flush of guilt, or of wind, on her broad cheeks. The wind lifted his own thinning hair—those long strands he combed back over his crown—made it stand, briefly, on end. Something done right—at least so far—this suggestion of his, whispered to the ceiling this morning, his hand on her thigh. That they skip Mass just this once and head to the beach. Some weeks ago, a tropical wave had slipped off

In the morning, she woke early. It was as if a pall lay over her. She turned on her back, lying rigid, expecting to hear at any moment the sound of the King's guard coming for her. Mother Lowe bustled in at seven

the morning, Sam is still sick, and Courtney has a headache

Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.

I wake up in the morning with a dream in my eyes

Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.

You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza." That brought a smile to the corner of her mouth. The corner he couldn't see. "Well. Facts are facts.

Everything sounds fairer in the daylight.

Have a smile at breakfast," droned Shivers, stony-faced, "you'll be shitting joy by lunch.