Quotes About Morning

Generally, I like to write in the morning before all the dust of dreams has blown away. Beforehand, I read two papers, cook my breakfast and then settle down in front of the word processor, usually by 8 A.M. I'll write, and then check e-mail or voicemail when things stall.

I am physically fit and I have a lot of stamina. It's because on the farm I am up at 6 A. M. doing chores. You will find me out in the paddocks, feeding the animals and picking up poo.

The Stamp Act was to go into operation on the first day of November. On the previous morning, the 'New Hampshire Gazette' appeared with a deep black border and all the typographical emblems of affliction, for was not Liberty dead?

For me, I've always found people who stand up and spritz themselves all over their clothes very odd. I'm a big bath addict, and I get up in the morning, and I have a big bath. But when I get out, and I'm still hot but fresh out of the bath, that's when I apply scent. I just have it on my bare skin; I never apply it to my clothes.

Man, I hate waking up with a dead hooker.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

I woke up in bed with a man and a cat. The man was a stranger; the cat was not

Early to bed and early to rise," Mazer intoned, "makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes.

Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?

Morning's great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over.

Dad and Gram didn't take a single day on the ranch for granted. Regardless of the weather, the greeted each morning as if they'd embrace it, filling their eyes with a vaulting sky and sagebrush-coverd ridges. Then they gave silent prayer of thanks for living the life they loved.

Just before dawn I have the world all to myself.

Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.

As each day comes to us refreshed and anew, so does my gratitude renew itself daily. The breaking of the sun over the horizon is my grateful heart dawning upon a blessed world.

I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings.

Ah well, a morning with weak coffee is still beaucoup better than a morning with no coffee.

Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.

I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee.

The best kind of alarm clock is the purring kind.

Coffee is the best thing to douse the sunrise with.

Steve got up before me and left to check the trap. The fire was already going when I crawled out of my swag. I relived the events of the night before over my cup of tea. I heard the boat motor and saw that Steve was coming back, so I got up and ran down to the riverbank to meet him. "We got one," he said, breathless. "A croc went in that trap after all, mate." "I guess maybe my splashing around attracted it," I said with a grin. He laughed.

Always there was a moment—a quick slip of time—when the sun broke free of the trees and bled from its yolk, spilling in red-orange rivers over the silk.

I wake up every morning singing 'The Star-Spangled Banner.'

Laying in bed rn still trying to figure out if I should go back to sleep or go to school.