Quotes About Morning

Let me remember how it used to be, and bring one morning back again.

As the city clocks struck nine on Monday morning, Mrs Clennam was wheeled by Jeremiah Flintwinch of the cut-down aspect to her tall cabinet. When she had unlocked and opened it, and had settled herself at its desk, Jeremiah withdrew—as it might be, to hang himself more effectually—and her son appeared.

The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.

The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the court-yard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

Mr. Pickwick was on the point of inquiring, with great abhorrence of the man's cold-blooded villainy, how Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, who was counsel for the opposite party, dared to presume to tell Mr. Serjeant Snubbin, who was counsel for him, that it was a fine morning,

Although to restless and ardent minds, morning may be the fitting season for exertion and activity, it is not always at that time that hope is strongest or the spirit most sanguine and buoyant.

We are friends," said I, rising and bending over her, as she rose from the bench. "And will continue friends apart," said Estella. I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?

It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief. Now, I saw the damp lying on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders' webs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade to blade.

She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she is like the summer morning. The birds here will mistake her for it. We will not call such a lovely young creature as that, who is a joy to all mankind, an orphan. She is the child of the universe.

There is nothing half so green that I know anywhere, as the grass of that churchyard; nothing half so shady as its trees; nothing half so quiet as its tombstones. The sheep are feeding there, when I kneel up, early in the morning, in my little bed in a closet within my mother's room, to look out at it; and I see the red light shining on the sun-dial, and think within myself, 'Is the sun-dial glad, I wonder, that it can tell the time again?

E, assim como as neblinas da manhã haviam se dissipado, quando, há muito tempo, eu deixara a ferraria, as neblinas da noite dissipavam-se agora, e em toda a vasta expansão iluminada que me deixavam avistar, não vi a sombra de uma nova despedida de Estella.

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

The night was dark by this time as it would be until morning; what light we had, seemed to come more from the river than the sky, as the oars in their dipping struck at a few reflected stars.

Contemplating the scene?' inquired the dismal man. 'I was,' said Mr. Pickwick. 'And congratulating yourself on being up so soon?' Mr. Pickwick nodded assent. 'Ah! people need to rise early, to see the sun in all his splendour, for his brightness seldom lasts the day through. The morning of day and the morning of life are but too much alike.

The morning came, and they would start at noon. Noon came, and they would start at night. But nothing is eternal in this world; not even the procrastination of an American skipper; and at night all was ready.

It's a gloomy thing, however, to talk about one's own past, with the day breaking.

Les premiers travailleurs de l'aube n'étaient pas encore sortis de chez eux. Toutefois, on voyait luire les lumières matinales. Des hommes et des femmes se préparaient aux travaux quotidiens. Troupeau écrasé par une fatigue sans fin, ils allaient bientôt gagner les moyens de transport qui les emporteraient vers les usines. C'est ce qu'on appelle vivre.

Diamonds on the petals, Silver on the stems, Early morning sunrise Turns dewdrops into gems.

The twilight is the morning of his day, While sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, With purpling sail and dip of silver oar, He cheers the shadowed time with roundelay, Until the dark east softens into gray...

If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

Spring breezes drift and tiny May birds chirp in morning's dawn-lit heart.

Dawn is a friend of the muses.

The older generation thought nothing of getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning — and the younger generation doesn't think so much of it either.