Quotes About Morning

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Maybe it's just the morning light, but he looks pretty cool standing there with his sword.

He woke early the next morning. It was still cool, but he opened the window and, leaning on the ledge, looked down at the river. A ship slid by. Then another. Years later, in exile, he would watch the railway tracks from his hotel and it would sink a well in him, and he would taste the same calm water.

It was a cold morning and the girl had a shawl thrown across her shoulders. Her feet were bare and her clothes were old but she was a young girl, walking gracefully and with dignity.

When I awoke on the verandah I saw a grey morning, smelt the rain on the red earth, and remembered that I had to go away.

Early in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast in the veranda riding on Teddy's shoulder

My days, if they start in the morning with a cuddle from my son, are just so much more glorious than they were prior to that.

You could look at the work of any Dutch master for an idea of the morning light we cycle through. There is a white cleanness to it, a rinsed quality. It's a sober light, without, for example, any of the orange particulate glow you get from the Mediterranean sun.

All we truly know when we wake up in the morning is that we have the day in front of us to live.

In a still hot morning, the tide went out and didn't come back in. This was not a spectacular event. The sea did not roll up like a scroll, like the sky in Revelations. It quietly withdrew.

Talking from morning to night about sex has helped my skiing, because I talk about movement, about looking good, about taking risks.

Everyone loves brunch. OBVIOUSLY, but you super-love brunch. You are so big into brunch that your middle name should be "Brunch"...

I just motor through school in the morning and then go skating.

I live in Los Angeles, which is the second most polluted city in the world, and I wake up in the morning to dirt all over my window.

TRYING TO FILL THE empty SPACE i don't know if I will ever understand this Ache. Perhaps it is simpley and completely Love and what HAPPENS. at the end. Loss November 17, early morning

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive-- to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive-to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

If unwilling to rise in the morning, say to thyself, 'I awake to do the work of a man.

At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself, I have to go to work - as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I'm going to do what I was born for - the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm?

IN THE morning when thou risest unwillingly, let this thought be present- I am rising to the work of a human being. Why then am I dissatisfied if I am going to do the things for which I exist and for which I was brought into the world?

In the morning, when you rise unwillingly, let this thought be present: I am rising to the work of a human being. Why then am I dissatisfied if I am going to do the things for which I exist and for which I was brought into the world? Or have I been made for this, to lie under the blankets and keep myself warm? But this is more pleasant. Do you exist then to take your pleasure, and not at all for action or exertion?

At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: "I have to go to work — as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I'm going to do what I was born for — the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm?

Begin the morning by saying to thyself, I shall meet with the busy-body, the ungrateful, arrogant, deceitful, envious, unsocial. All these things happen to them by reason of their ignorance of what is good and evil.

In the morning purpose, in the evening discuss the manner, what thou hast been this day, in word, work, and thought.