Quotes About Morning

Each morning as I awaken you're the reason I smile, You're the reason I love.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

I love getting up – in the summer, I get up at 5:30, 6 just to go train.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.

That summer after the draft was probably the most fun I've ever had, because all I had to do every day was wake up and go work out for four or five hours. I got to play some golf, which I love to do, too, and then got to hang out with my family.

Every morning that I wake up and I'm breathing, I can feel it and take a moment to say, you know, 'Thank God I'm alive for another day.'

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.

I have three phobias ...: I hate going to bed, get up and hate hate being alone.

... the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.

A Sunday morning spent reading the paper together, maybe drinking some mimosas, alone, and talking until noon. That would be pretty amazing. Married couples with kids will understand.

One morning toward the beginning of that time, while he still remained in charge of his life, though we could see that his departure had begun

And I have dreamed of the morning coming in like a bird through the window not burdened by a thought, —Wendell Berry, from "The Design of The House: Ideal and Hard Time," New Collected Poems (Counterpoint Press, 2012)

A perfect morning; in perfect harmony with myself I'm walking briskly uphill.... For once I didn't notice that I was walking, all the way up to the mountaintop forest I was absorbed in deep thought. Perfect clarity and freshness in the air, up further there's some snow. The tangerines make me completely euphoric.

In alto, lo sfavillio delle stelle cominciò a impallidire, appannandosi, e nel firmamento dilagò la promessa perlacea del nuovo giorno.

Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know

Here, then, was one of my anticipations of the morning still unfulfilled. I began to wonder, next, whether my introduction to Miss Fairlie would disappoint the expectations that I had been forming of her since breakfast-time.

We had our breakfast--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

It lasted more or less through the night; and then intermitted, at that terrible time in the early morning – from two o'clock to five – when the vital energies even of the healthiest of us are at their lowest. It is then that Death gathers in his human harvest most abundantly. It was then that Death and I fought our fight over the bed, which should have the man who lay on it.

We had our breakfasts—whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

the mysterious morning stillness of hall and staircase. Who were the sleepers hidden in the upper regions? Let the house reveal its own secrets; and, one by one

I can't say that I woke this morning; the fitter expression would be, that I recovered my senses.

Excuse my dress. I was half an hour late this morning. When you lose half an hour in this house, you never can pick it up again, try how you may. -Reverend Finch's wife

Morning came, and a grey wash of light found Dan, his cheek thrust hard in the carpeted right-angle of the bottom stair