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Quotes About Morning

Por qué el desayuno difiere de las demás cosas, hasta el punto de que los griegos lo llamaron lo mejor del mundo?
~ Hilaire Belloc
soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn
~ Homer
The child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared.
~ Homer
Quando surgiu a que cedo desponta, Aurora de róseos dedos
~ Homero
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb grey hairs
~ Hunter S. Thompson
There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
Say,' I said. What brings you out here at this hour of the morning, for a thing like this? 'The bus,' he said.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
because it is a very elegant feeling to wake up in the morning and go down to your neighborhood polling place and come away feeling proud of the way you voted.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
I went back to one of the motels, went into the office, turned on the light, picked a key off the desk and located a cabin by myself. The next morning it took me 20 minutes to find somebody to pay—and then I was told I wouldn't be welcome there in the future because my car had a license plate from Louisville. They don't care much for city boys, specially when they're roamin' around late at night.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
The sun woke me up the next morning. I sat up and groaned. My clothes were full of sand.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.
~ Iain Banks
I switched the light out again. The room was totally dark, not even the starlight showing while my eyes adjusted. Perhaps I would ask for one of those LED alarm radios, though I'm very fond of my old brass alarm clock. Once I tied a wasp tot the striking-surface of each of the copper-coloured bells on top, where the little hammer would hit them in the morning when the alarm went off. I always wake up before the alarm goes, so I got to watch.
~ Iain Banks
Hope makes a good breakfast. Eat plenty of it.
~ Ian Fleming
It's wonderful,' said Bond, deciding to relieve her mind, though irritated with her obvious guilt over this childish mystery. 'You must go in and we'll have breakfast on the terrace. I'm ravenous. I'm sorry I made you jump. I was just startled to see anyone about at this hour of the morning.
~ Ian Fleming
Bond awoke in his own room at dawn and for a time he lay and stroked his memories.
~ Ian Fleming
It was thought, perception, sensations that interested her, the conscious mind as a river through time, and how to represent its onward roll, as well as all the tributaries that would swell it, and the obstacles that would divert it. If only she could reproduce the clear light of a summer's morning
~ Ian Mcewan
In the middle of a long, quiet night I might give my mother a sharp kick. She'll wake, become insomniac, reach for the radio. Cruel sport, I know, but we are both better informed by the morning.
~ Ian Mcewan
hung-over groan, the elective malady's melody.
~ Ian Mcewan
En vecka senare, under måndagsmorgonen då hon skulle åka till nordöstra England, skedde en minimal rörelse längs den äktenskapliga förkastningssprickan, en rörelse som var nästan lika svår att upptäcka som kontinentalförskjutningen.
~ Ian Mcewan
The phrase was "in two places at once," and the memory was of early morning.
~ Ian Mcewan
That naked childlike surrender, before she rose to assume an adult's armour, seemed first thing this morning like a essential from which she was banished.
~ Ian Mcewan
How about you don't kill anybody for a little bit? I can't make that promise. Small talk with the dragon. How are you? Eaten any adventurers lately? Sure, just had one this morning. Look, I still got his femur stuck in my teeth. Is that upsetting to you?
~ Ilona Andrews
Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said "Chernobog." The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn't be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.
~ Ilona Andrews
I'm starving. I haven't had anything to eat since I stole a bear claw from your kitchen this morning. You didn't steal it. All my bear claws are yours.
~ Ilona Andrews