Quotes About Morning

And didst thou imbibe mighty potions from the fruit of the grape (...)? And hast thou one Ache, this morning (...) appertaining unto Head, and much repentance in thy Soul forsooth?

The Day Dawns: Rising with Praise, Petition, and Planning

It is fitting that we arise with thankfulness and praise to God. This is fundamental and will be a natural (and supernatural!) beginning to your day after having retired in faith and prayer.

When the prophet Samuel was a young boy, Eli the priest gave him unerring advice on listening for the voice of God. It is a simple but profound prayer: "Speak, LORD, for Your servant hears" (1 Sam. 3:9). When we get up out of bed in the morning, among our first thoughts should be this: Lord, speak to me. I'm listening. I want to hear your voice.

La negación es parte fundamental del mecanismo de supervivencia humana. Sin ella, despertaríamos cada mañana aterrorizados, pensando en las innumerables formas en que podríamos morir. En cambio, nuestra mente bloquea esos miedos existenciales centrándose solo en las tensiones que puede afrontar, como llegar al trabajo a tiempo o pagar los impuestos.

Marta le flaquearon las piernas. Esa mañana había oído en las noticias que un alto cargo municipal no identificado había muerto la noche anterior, pero no se le había ocurrido que pudiera ser Ignazio.

A little extra caffeine this morning. It's gonna be a long day!!

It was late morning when Kassad finished his story.

in Theo – quiet, efficient Theo – to get him through the morning. Trusting in luck to get him through the day. Trusting in the drinking at Cicero's to get him through the night. Trusting in the unimportance of his posting to get him through life.

I had long since learned that to read about the follies and scandals of the world was to desecrate the morning.

I immediately called Abe Bronstein to share the good news. Abe, who was as well known for never rising before ten-thirty in the morning as he was for his sense of good prose, congratulated me and gently pointed out that I had called at 5:45 A.M.

And these years later, when I think of that essay, what I remember most is not the moment I saw my work in New Yorker font, not when I saw the illustration of my father, not the congratulatory phone calls and notes that followed, but that predawn morning in my bedroom, at my desk, the lights of cars below on Broadway, my computer screen glowing in the dark.

morning was true will by evening have become a lie.

Most of those people won't meet my eyes, now, but I'm not one of them. Every morning I get up, and while brushing my teeth, look at my showered self, calmly foaming at the mouth.

He stayed up with the eye all night, staring into its shiny blueness, seeing himself within it, until the sun, rising above the tree line the next morning, seemed to him to be the shining eye of some forgotten god. T

Non importa, la storia cambia sempre. Come tutte le storie, del resto. Tanto per cominciare nessuna storia è vera, i ricordi della gente hanno una sfumatura particolare, ne parlano al mattino perché, durante la notte, hanno ricordato qualcosa che non è mai accaduto, una bella storia da condividere con gli altri, un nuovo travisamento, una bugia inventata ogni giorno

Greet the sun every morning as though it's your best friend. Dance in the rain as though you are dancing with a lover.

"When a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, 'Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts." This was Job's regular custom.'"

"cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend"

My bed wasn't feeling well this morning, so I had to stay home to take care of it.

I wake up most days with a vague feeling of doom – 'Dear God. Here I am again.' Then, when I read about politicians in the newspaper, the vengefulness starts. By mid-morning, the anxiety is kicking in.

The first thing I do every day when I wake up is thank God for letting me make it through the night and giving me another day of life – just because sometimes I wake up, and I cannot believe I'm doing what I'm doing. I just thank Him. I don't know how I deserve it, but it's completely because of Him.

Happiness is waking up, looking at the clock, and finding that you still have two hours left to sleep.

I pray that you all put your shoes way under the bed at night so that you gotta get on your knees in the morning to find them. And while you're down there thank God for grace and mercy and understanding.