Quotes About Morning

If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Thy hand shall guide me and Thy right hand shall hold me.

The hair is part of my image, part of my persona. And the hair is no accident: I have to gel it vertical every single morning.

I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.

In Rio Bravo when Duke makes love to Feathers, the scene dissolves to the next morning where we see him putting on his vest and almost humming. It was subtle, but you knew what happened. Give me a towel and some blankets any day!

How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

One of my last few vices is coffee, but with a spot of almond or soymilk, it's never tasted better!

People will come up to me and try and be secretive and say, 'Can you do the Gollum voice for me?' And I'm like, 'Are you kidding? It's 8:30 in the morning on the Victoria Line.'

I'm in my studio at 6 A.M. every day because I work better in the morning. Then in the afternoon, I like to go for a walk. I enjoy going for a perambulation or a constitutional. It's all very Victorian.

I got to do something I never do, which is go to Starbucks and read 'The New York Times' until 7 a.m. I took my daughter to school on the East Side, which was a lot of fun. And I admit I played Call of Duty, one of those war video games.

Someday," Lillian said grumpily, huddling against his powerful chest, "you'll have to explain why men find it such an unholy joy to go outside before it's light, and wander through muddy fields to kill small animals." "Because we like to test ourselves against nature. And more importantly, it gives us an excuse to drink before noon." -Lillian & Marcus

How could it be late, when you're the sunrise? There's no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.

This is the perfume of March: rain, loam, feathers, mint. Every morning and afternoon, I drink fresh mint tea sweetened with honey.

If you don't send me away from Stony Cross by tomorrow morning, I'll take it as a personal invitation to your bed.

The next day I woke up in a sullen simmer, as if sleep had catalyzed my depression into a general state of pissed-offedness.

Are you grumpy in the morning?" "No, but I wake up on the go. I don't like to linger over breakfast." "You must not be doing it right. Lingering is lovely . I do it all the time." She stretched her arms and shoulders, and arched her sore upper back, her breast lifting with the motion. Tom stared at her, mesmerized. "I might stay just to watch you linger.

Finish the wine," he suggested softly, "and let me have my way with you. And in the morning we'll both pretend that you don't remember.

Breakfast," he muttered. "And I wouldnt care to make you choose between lovingmaking or a hot meal, as the answer would likely be unflattering. Put on your gown, while I got to the door.

He preferred to ease his way into the day, whereas Amelia liked to fling herself at it full tilt.

I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Tom arrived at Ravenel House, dressed in a beautiful dark suit of clothes with a royal-blue four-in-hand necktie. As he entered the breakfast room and bowed, he was so obviously pleased with the entire situation that even West was moved to reluctant amusement. "I expected you to look like the cat who swallowed a canary," West said, standing to shake Tom's hand, "but you look more like a cat who swallowed another entire cat.

What the devil is going on?" West spluttered as Kathleen towed him outside and around to the side of the stables. "I dressed and came to the stables at the crack of dawn--" "The crack of dawn was four hours ago.

What is the matter?" "You stink of spirits." "I always begin the day with brandied coffee." "How do you expect to ride when you're not steady on your feet?" "The same way I always ride--badly.

Shall I have the carriage readied in time for you to catch the late morning train?" "I'm afraid you won't be that fortunate." West took a swallow of tea. "I can't go back to London. I have to stay in Hampshire until I've met with all the tenants I had planned to visit.

Disconcerted by his swift change of mood, Lottie led him out of the forest to a sunken road. The morning sun rose higher, chasing the lavender from the sky and warming the meadows. The field they passed was filled with heather and emerald spaghnum moss, and dotted with tiny red sundew rosettes.