Quotes About Morning

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

There are only two conditions where you're allowed to wake up a woman on a lie-in: it's snowing or the death of a celebrity.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE, WHAT IS 4:30 A.M. FOR?

Su madre? Dónde, señor?" "Muerto." "Hoy?" "Sí. This morning. Questo auroro. Aurora?" Italian again. Italy again, the Via Veneto, the peaches, the girls!

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare

You were the Morning Star among the living. In death, O Evening Star, you light the dead.

Doodle woke up feeling bitey!

No, said a voice from the dark doorway. A weary voice, a voice for speaking long after midnight, a voice to be used when all paths are blocked, when castles have fallen to ruins, when morning will not come again.

in the morning we found the rabbits intent on a meticulous and general campaign of copulation

In the morning, O Lord, You will hear my voice; in the morning I will order my prayer to You and eagerly watch. Psalm 5:3

Hamburgers! The corner-stone of any nutritious breakfast.

guess I could start my story by telling you about the school assembly on Monday morning. It will give you a good idea of what has been happening to me. I pushed into the third row of the auditorium

She reached out one hand, pulled two slices of toast from the toaster, and stacked them on a plate. "Need help?" I asked. "No. Just sit down. Your eggs are ready." She lifted the pot off the stove and started to bring it to the breakfast table. Steam from the pot fogged her glasses.

Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore. Eve

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

Goooodmorning, my little jumping bean. I got your salsa right here, bimbo, she said.

The saga started out a normal day—don't they all? I mean, surely one morning back there in prehistoric times a dinosaur woke up, yawned, chewed some coffee beans, and thought his day was going to be dead boring, just before a comet slammed into his neighborhood.

She murmured, in that particular Nancy way of hers that grates most when my inner bitch is aching to be let loose, 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.' My eyes popped open to see her lemon face standing over me. 'SOMEONE,' I hissed, 'HASN'T EVEN WOKEN UP YET. GOD, WHAT IS YOUR ANEURYSM? CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?

Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom. I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to go the distance rather than just envy it. Don't speak unless you can improve on silence The truth is never as interesting as what people whisper about them It's because the dream is so perfect that I can walk away from it That blackness brought me out of the nightmare and into this morning's light

Get out of bed and feed me already, person!

It came to Mr. Blood, as he trudged forward under the laden apple-trees on that fragrant, delicious July morning, that man—as he had long suspected—was the vilest work of God, and that only a fool would set himself up as a healer of a species that was best exterminated.

The sun was hardly risen, but already time was running out.