Quotes About Morning

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

You've got to make a stand, show a bit of class, all you've got to do is say no, but you know you're going to hate yourself in the morning.

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn't make yourself over between dawn and dusk.

No, Roger had not seen the funny side. But there had been a moment when, after looking at his watch, he had thought: I can remember when Christmas morning would start at about half past ten with a glass of Buck's Fizz in bed. Now it begins at half past five, with a test of my fine motor skills and ability to read Korean.

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

Go to bed with the lamb, and rise with the lark.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,The morn not waking till she sings.

There's nothing like the very early morning. It's the sweetness of the air, the sweet coolness; it's the bubbling of the creek which, for some strange reaction, always sounds more energetic than it does later on; it's the gargling of the magpies.

Some people wake up fast. Some people wake up slow. I wake up dead.

Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.

The next morning, my grandfather's staff lined up at the gangway to shake his hand and bid him an affectionate farewell.

Anna isn't impressed by Baker's efforts in the kitchen. In her world, each dawning day is merely another chance to eat pizza.

Now, however, he understands how liberating it is to get intoxicated while the sun is out. It feels decadent in the best possible way. The world seems alternately kind, forgiving, absurd, and hilarious. "You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning," he says to Chris and Mike. "Am I right?

The morning after my death we will sit in cafés but I will not be there I will not be

I wake up grateful, for life is a gift.

I woke early, ship's time, alone in my bunk and wearing the kind of bad attitude that takes you hate living in your own skin.

It was too early for Scotch, unfortunately, because the dusty crystal decanter on the sideboard had never looked so good. Resolutely, Riel turned her back on it.

Kit woke curled tight in layers of his cloak, the French seams he'd stitched flat still prickling his skin, a name on his lips, Mehiel.

It had been a summery morning near the spring solstice, two hundred and seven years previous to meeting the Grey Wolf in a dark alley under the curve of the Tower.

A silent observer in the early morning could mean many things, for a prisoner, and none likely to her benefit.

And except for Francesca taking up with a rooster up the street—who knew chickens were such popular pets?—and leaving little chicks all over the backyard for a change. Last Claire heard—which was this morning—little Luigi and Sergio were learning to crow just like their papa. And doing much too fine a job of it, as Claire had been awake since daybreak.

Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins.

He snuggled her up against his chest, let his warmth surround her. "This is my favorite time of day. Just before the sun starts to rise. Before there is any hint of daylight. The stars always seem their brightest now, as if they know they only have another hour or so of life. For in that time they'll all be gone from sight, lost to the sun, and hidden away until night claims the world anew. So they shine their brightest while the world still sleeps.

It was early still, the sky white, nude.