Quotes About Morning

It was a day to be out of bed, to pull curtains and fling open windows.It was a day to make your heart bigger with warm mounain air.

The zipper displaces the button, and a man lacks that much time to think while dressing at dawn...

Midnight then and the town clocks chiming on toward one and two and then three in the deep morning and the peals of the great clocks shaking dust off old toys in high attics and shedding silver off old mirrors in yet higher attics and stirring up dreams about clocks in all the beds where children slept.

It's bad to get up early, stand at your typewriter and work, then find it's nothing and take a bottle to bed.

School busses...Won't even give us a chance to be late for school...Never be late again in all our lives. Think of that nightmare,Doug, just think it all over.

Khóa kéo thay cho cúc áo và con ng??i ta m?t Ä'i ng?n Ä'ó th?i gian suy nghÄ© trong khi thay ?? vào bu?i sáng, má»™t gi? tri?t lý, và do v?y là má»™t gi? s?u muá»™n.

an animal wonder like a pair of sneakers rabbiting the lawns of early morning.

Any time now, Mr. Forrester will think it over and see it's just the only way and have a good cry and then look around and see it's morning again, even though it's five in the afternoon.

The zipper displaces the button, and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and this a melancholy hour.

All the things in life that were put here to savor, you eliminate. Save time, save work, you say." He nudged the grass trays disrespectfully. "Bill, when you're my age, you'll find out it's the little savors and little things that count more than big ones. A walk on a spring morning is better than an eighty-mile ride in a hopped-up car, you know why? Because it's full of flavors, full of a lot of things growing. You've time to seek and find.

Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.

The first light on the roof outside; very early morning. The leaves on all the trees tremble with a soft awakening to any breeze the dawn may offer.

ALone, she snuggled luxuriously down through the warm snowbank of linen and wool, sheet and cover, and the colors of the patchwork quilt were bright as the circus banners of old time. Lying there, she felt as small and secret as on those mornings eighty-some-odd years ago when, wakening, she comforted her tender bones in bed.

Mr. Verloc, going out in the morning, left his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in-law.

The time was the beginning of the morning, And up the sun was mounting with those stars

The chaplain glanced at the bridge table that served as his desk and saw only the abominable orange-red, pear-shaped, plum tomato he had obtained that same morning from Colonel Cathcart, still lying on its side where he had forgotten it like an indestructible and incarnadine symbol of his own ineptitude.

In the morning he stepped from his tent looking haggard, fearful and guilt-ridden, an eaten shell of a human building rocking perilously on the brink of collapse.

and he sprang out of bed at the crack of noon every day just to make certain that the chores would not be done. He

Cuando abra los ojos por la mañana, dígase a sí mismo: Elijo felicidad hoy. Hoy elijo éxito. Elijo la acción adecuada y recta. Elijo amor hoy y buena voluntad para todos.

A beautiful and binding morning The world outside begins to breathe See clouds arriving without warning I need you here to shelter me. If I could make these moments endless If I could stop the winds of change If we just keep our eyes wide open Then everything would stay the same And I know that only time will tell me how We'll carry on without each other So keep me awake for every moment Give us more time to be this way We can't stay like this forever But I can have you next to me today

And then when you wake up, there's a moment of sheer terror in your body. Every bit of softness leaves your muscles, and you greet the day like it was the apocalypse.

A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on the ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.

One of my lifetime addictions, to this bitterly black steaming-hot liquid, would begin at this hour, in such innocence.

At the LaPortes' she'd bathed twice. The first time at about 4:30 AM, which she couldn't remember very clearly and the second time at 9:30 A.M. and Trisha had still been asleep in her bed or pretending to be asleep. The gentle tick-ticking of a bedside clock. Hours of that clock, hours unmoving beneath the covers of a bed not her own in a house not her own.