Quotes About Morning

That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.

It felt like those treasured moments in bed when you're just awake enough to know that you're still nicely asleep.

Vimes awoke with a noseful of camel. There are far worse awakenings, but not as many as you might think.

It was eight in the morning, a time when drinkers are trying either to forget who they are or remember where they live.

This is so inconvenient. But there is no doubt." She paused for a moment and said: "I will die the day after tomorrow. On Friday, just before half past six in the morning." It was an impressive statement, and did not deserve this reply: "Oh, that's a shame, tae be missin' the weekend like that," said Rob Anybody.

But right now, as for my own philosophy, there is a quotation that rather sums it up: "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.

There is a blissful period of existence which the Yen Buddhists* call plinki. It is defined quite precisely as that interval between waking up and being hit on the back of the head by all the problems that kept you awake the night before; it ends when you realize that this was the morning everything was going to look better in, and it doesn't.

The snow had done what even wizards and the Watch couldn't do, which was clean up Ankh-Morpork. It hadn't had time to get dirty. In the morning it'd probably look as though the city had been covered in coffee meringue, but for now it mounded the bushes and trees in pure white.

An hour before her shift started, an hour before she was even supposed to be there, they rolled the first corpse through the door.

There are hazards to every job, just like there are hazards to getting up in the morning. Driving to work, walking to the mailbox. Boarding a plane... The surprise isn't that we die. The surprise is how and when we die.

Rosy-fingered dawn indeed! This dawn was wearing gray gloves.

And so another miserable, black and weary night. And then another miserable gray and wintry morning.

L'alba Non assomiglia a una nuova pagina di un libro È una sinfonia di rinascita col suo spiegamento di suoni e colori Ogni alba è un'ode A ventiquattro ore nuove di zecca P 208 chiamami con i miei veri nomi

I journal at four or five in the morning.

When morning comes, you would better find yourself saying: 'I have so many choices of what to do or what to leave - every morning, every day. I better judge for myself, and - go ahead and do it.'

I love having a croissant and a great cup of coffee. Just one cup.

I've always been a keen waker-upper. I very quickly get bored just lying in bed.

It's hard to think of yourself as a brand, especially when I have four daughters who kick my butt early in the morning every day before I go to work.

I have all the gym kit set up in my house but I am too lazy to get up really early in the morning to do it myself.

My happy place is having a Saturday morning while everybody else is just mooching about and I'll do a big old batch cook and have music on in the kitchen.

I get into lab early and leave a bit early, too. So I like to have an hour or two before everybody comes in.

the morning with the whole day waiting, full of promise, the night of quiet, of no expectations, of rest. And the certainty of home, the one I live in, and the one that lives in me.

The schoolhouse, on this sunlit morning, has begun to take on the scent of girls with wind-blown hair, with seeds in their pockets, with road-hardened feet.

They were just the ordinary sounds of of people beginning their day, silly raucous, discordant, but they were the most beautiful sounds on earth, the sounds of living people.