Quotes About Morning

It was one of those spring mornings in March; the sky between the buildings was bright and blue and the city air, warmed by motors and a million breaths, had a freshness and a sense of excitement that can come only from a breeze starting somewhere in the country, far away, and moving into the city while everyone is asleep, to freshen the air for morning.

On the East Coast, sunrise will steal the breath right out of your body.

I hope I didn't wake

Let's look to this day, and only this day. This gift of a perfect summer morning.

Daylight is the time God moves about the best. I've heard people say that they liked to watch the world come awake. But the world is always awake; sunlight just makes it seeable. In that moment when light hit the mountain, when the sun cracked through the sky big enough to make a noise if our ears could hear it, I would be aware again of all the things that had been going on throughout the night. Morning just made it easier to hear. Light takes away muteness. I

I waited for hours, until the day bloomed and eased itself over the sea.

appointed vice-chancellor of Cambridge University, calculated that God made the world on October 23, 4004 BC, but he was able to further refine Ussher's arithmetic, proving that God got started at exactly 9:00 that morning, presumably after His breakfast.

She offered her mouth to him, as if enchanted. A Persian princess, a little Indian, a fox, a morning glory, a lovely wisteria--it always pleased them when you told them they looked like something, like something else.

I asked Isabelle whether she was happy. "I never ask myself, so I suppose the answer is yes." At all events she likes the moment of waking up. That seems to me a pretty good definition of happiness! It is the same with me: every morning, when I open my eyes, I smile.

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Morning always promises miracles.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.

When told that he is a drunk) My dear, you are ugly; but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

What question? I ask, breathless. Whether you're as beautiful in the morning as you are during the rest of the day.

Some time in the early hours of the morning, I find myself staring at him in the dim bedroom light, at the strong, lithe form of him. His back has a curve to it like the sweep of a boat. I steal out a hand to stroke it, wondering whether he's awake, when he turns and his eyes glint at me. "Do you sail?" I say, half sleepily. "No. Used to row, though." "Huh." I nod my head: That makes sense.

I am an early riser,' he says at last. 'So I watch Owen wake up every morning. And each morning reveals something new. The light catches his face in a particular way; he has a fresh thought; he shares a memory. Love is finding one person infinitely fascinating.' John seems lost in thought again - then comes to. 'And so... not an achievement, my dear.' He gives me a mild, kind smile. 'Rather, a privilege.

My gaze drifts to the garden, where a squirrel is perched on a stone pillar, looking around with bright eyes. Maybe I'll go outside. Enjoy the garden and the wildlife and the early morning dew. Good idea.

We watch the chickens scratch in the dirt, and sip freshly brewed coffee accompanied by a pumpkin muffin or salty, crumbly cheese sandwiched with lettuce in homemade bread.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

Each day of your life, as soon as you open your eyes in the morning, you can square away for a happy and successful day.

My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.

All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

Morning seems to come earlier every year I live.