Quotes About Morning

But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon.

Los Sexos nacidos del Orgullo y la Vergüenza florecieron en la mañana y en la noche murieron; mas la Piedad cambió la Muerte en Sueño; los Sexos se irguieron para obrar y llorar.

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away, Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed. The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed, And all the hills echoed.

Arise from out the dewy grass! Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Are given thee till the break of day.

She bought a pint of whiskey and woke to discover that she had managed to construct a presentable hangover for herself on the morning of 1 January.

In my life the furniture eats me the chairs, the floor the walls which heard your sobs drank up my emotion- they which alone know everything and snitched on us in the morning-

I only write when I am inspired. Fortunately I am inspired at 9 o'clock every morning.

Neighborhoods that mainly operated at night had a way of looking a lot worse in the morning.

Because she was dead, and I'd let her go. Because, now, she was immortal, and I'd helped her get that way. And because I knew she'd phone me, in the morning.

And somewhere, in a black California morning, some hour before dawn, amid the corridors, the galleries, the faces of dream, fragments of conversation she half-recalled, waking to pale fog against the windows of the master bedroom, she prized something free and dragged it back through the wall of sleep. Rolling over, fumbling through a bedside drawer, finding a Porsche pen, a present from an assistant grip, she inscribed her treasure on the glossy back of an Italian fashion magazine:

By the time they arrive at Notting Hill, whatever rogue aspect of personality has been driving this morning's expedition seems to have decamped, leaving her feeling purposeless and confused.

there was coffee. Life would go on.

The sun was bright and danger had faded with the darkness.

Every night for the next year he always said something like that to me: 'Thank you for everything, Westley, good night now, I'll probably kill you in the morning.

It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, combed her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.

The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage.

Who can know when his world is going to change?… Picture this now: an all-but-illiterate old man struggling with an enemy tongue, an all-but-exhausted young boy fighting against sleep… Who could suspect that in the morning a different child would wake?… Perhaps I should have at least known something, but maybe not; who can sense revelation in the wind?

Over a nightdress she wears a lumpy kimono. Her eyes are dim with a morning expression of disillusionment, as though she had had a beautiful dream during the night and found on waking none of it was true. On her feet are worn dirty comfies)

She slept but little. In the morning she found habit by her bedside; she clothed herself therein and faced the day.

The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.

And whether you believe in miracles or not, I can guarantee that you will experience one. It may not be the miracle you've prayed for. God probably won't undo what's been done. The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.

I CHECKED MY WATCH and glanced at the sky, which seemed resistant to morning.