Quotes About Morning

There are those who wake up and say, Good Morning, Lord, and there are those who wake up and say, Good Lord, its morning.

The heavy knowledge: my father is dead. He would wake up with that thought for a long time, I knew.

This morning he had leapt onto my bed and pressed his nose against mine. "Good morning," he'd said. I remembered the heat of him against my skin.

But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepy greeting, and his hand was already reaching for mine. We lay there, like that, until the cave was bright with morning, and Chiron called.

I would have just enough time for a single cup of coffee (but nothing else—if our forefathers had intended for breakfast to appeal to the masses, they would have scheduled it at a more respectable hour)

Albion Park on a fierce spring morning. A mad March day of ice and fire. Thomas's feet beat a tattoo on the path. Every hair, every bristle on his chin stands on end. He is a small star-ship of blazing neurons- He is a librarian on his way to work, half-blind with sun and cold and memory.

liniment, Chelsea ached more in the morning than she had the night before. She rolled carefully out of bed, sending a jealous glance toward Ethan. He'd slept the night through in

Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.

I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning...

I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work, and their hurry to return to their folk … and their need to say: Good Morning …

I have glaucoma, so use eye drops both morning and night.

Far above him a few white clouds were racing windily after a pale gibbous moon. Drink all morning, they said to him, drink all day. This is life!

The single yellow diamond stud he wore in his left ear twinkled like a giggle in the morning sunlight.

In die ersten Augenblicke des neuen Tages gehören nicht eigene Pläne und Sorgen, auch nicht der Übereifer der Arbeit, sondern Gottes befreiende Gnade, Gottes segnende Nähe.

Wir schweigen am frühen Morgen des Tages, weil Gott das erste Wort haben soll und wir schweigen vor dem Schlafengehen, weil Gott auch das letzte Wort gehört.

Well, that shoots the morning." As I heard myself saying these familiar words, I was struck by their strangeness. Why would an act of charity shoot my morning? Isn't growing in love what life is all about? Yes, but the purpose of life often gets in the way of my agenda!

In the morning you used to come to me and [10]ask me if I had raised my heart to God, and then you dressed me. While dressing me you spoke about Him and afterward we knelt down and said our prayers together.

Il paraît que ce matin-là, sur une digue, la lanterne d'un petit phare abandonné s'est remise à tourner, c'est l'ombre d'un souvenir qui me l'a raconté.

Tu étais entré dans ma vie comme arrive l'été, sans prévenir, avec ces éclats de lumière qu'on retrouve au matin.

Some people don't even realize they're bitter. If you don't know whether you are or not, here's a quick quiz you can give yourself. If you ever wake up in the morning and the first thing you say is "Oh, fuck, not again," you might be a little bitter.

The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhaps, for the latter perhaps did not foresee all its horrors.

The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent, that I never went into them without a sort of greedy anticipation, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully because I had only just arrived in Combray[...]

My body, still too heavy with sleep to move...

And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.