Quotes About Morning

While the cock with lively dinScatters the rear of darkness thin,And to the stack, or the barn door,Stoutly struts his dames before,Oft list'ning how the hounds and hornCheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.

Under the opening eyelids of the morn,We drove afield; and both together heardWhat time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.

Till morning fairCame forth with pilgrim steps, in amice gray.

Ere the blabbing eastern scout,The nice morn on th' Indian steep,From her cabin'd loophole peep.

Morn,Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy handUnbarr'd the gates of light.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

On this Sunday morning in May, this girl who later was to be the cause of a sensation in New York, awoke much too early for her night before. One minute she was asleep, the next she was completely awake and dumped into despair. It was the kind of despair that she had known perhaps two thousand times before, there being 365 mornings in a calendar year.

It was now about eleven o'clock of a fine mid-September morning, with the sun warm but away from the sun a warning hint of the nippy weather to come.

We need to remind the birds of what they have heard, and remind them all the time. The meeting this morning was brief. Some of the colony were not here. The message is radical. We need much more communication—every day, everywhere.

if you planned to seize the day, you might as well start with the beginning of it.

The discipline to rise early is not as difficult as the discipline of going to bed. This did not used to be so. Before electricity and radio and television and the Internet, going to bed soon after dark was not so difficult. There was not much to do. Today the strongest allurements to stay up and be entertained are against us. Therefore, the battle against weariness, which makes us drowsy as soon as we open our Bible in the morning, has to be fought in the evening, not just in the morning.

Lo que merecemos de su parte es juicio. Por eso, cada vez que respiramos, cada vez que nuestro corazón late, cada vez que amanece, cada vez que vemos, oímos, hablamos o caminamos, disfrutamos de un inmerecido regalo por ahora dado a nosotros, los pecadores, que lo único que merecemos es juicio.

Experience has decided that the early morning air is much more inspiring and vigorous than the evening. What is the law? Is not the atmosphere, like all other substances and tissues, spoiled of its energy by the action of light and heat? Does it not, like the vegetable and animal kingdom, require rest? After a night's rest it is recruited and young again.

It is best to call it the 3 2 2 Regimen. It is a 7 step morning routine that is grouped into 3 sets: 3 - Reflect, Read, and Write 2 - Plan and Prepare 2 - Exercise and Eat

I'm so horny the crack of dawn isn't safe.

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after a committee of sleep has worked on it.

For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty...

For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty, And all my ways are dewy wet With pleasant duty.

Roll call. (We have to start every day with this just to check nobody has run away or died in their beds.)

In this early morning stillness, the events of the day seem far away and unreal. I know that the course of my life - of all our lives - has been changed. How do the others feel? Do they know? Do they know that before us lies a road at the end of which is either death or greatness? The two words go around in my head, around and around, until it seems they are the same.

Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning?

Her own hair was a glory of copper fire that morning, shining like a whisky still, long and loose in gentle flames down her back.

It's not over yet. A dream can spend all night fighting off the morning. Let me start again. —Elizabeth Willis, from "Ephemeral Stream." Poem-A-Day January 2, 2014

woken up by houseboy Mañuel 10:00:07 a.m.—Quietly utter the word "snooze," letting Mañuel