Quotes About Morning

I love that quiet time when nobody's up yet and the animals are all happy to see me!

SAMADHI AND ATTACHMENT There is a question which must be taken into consideration now. That is, whether living unconsciously in "no-self" from morning to night is in accord with the principle of Zen or not.

Early to bed and early to rise," Mazer intoned, "makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes.

Falling asleep is such a strange feeling. It's like a carp or an eel is tugging on a fishing line, or something heavy like a lead weight is pulling on the line that I'm holding with my head, and as I doze off to sleep, the line slackens up a bit. When that happens, it startles me back to awareness. Then it pulls me again. I doze off to sleep. The line loosens a bit again. This goes on three or four times, and then, with the first really big tug, this time it lasts until morning.

I am happy now. Even if I were to hear the four walls all shriek in anguish, my feeling of happiness would still be at the saturation point. I am so happy I could sneeze." Mr. Uehara laughed. "But it's too late now. It's dusk already." "It's morning!" That morning my brother Naoji committed suicide.

Ada sebuah kisah tentang bagaimana pada suatu pagi musim semi ketika matahari cerah menyinari dedahanan prem di mana dua atau tiga kembang mekar terdapat seorang pelajar Heidelberg bergelantungan di sana, mati.

The next morning was peaceful and clear. The sea was calm. White smoke from the volcano on Oshima, just above the horizon, drifted up into the sky. Never mind. I hate describing scenery.

If you've slept soundly at night the morning is exhilarating, I suppose.

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'Oh, what a beautiful day.I got a beautiful feelin'Everything's going my way.

I like freedom. I wake up in the morning and say, 'I don't know, should I have a popsicle or a donut?' You know, who knows?

And down the long and silent street,The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet,Crept like a frightened girl.

What a blessed habit I have found my prayer list, morning by morning, it takes me via the Throne of all Grace straight to the intimate personal heart of each one mentioned here, and I know that He Who is not prescribed by time and geography answers immediately.

O Lord, this morning disperse every mist, and shine clear and strong and invigoratingly. Forgive my tardiness, it takes me so long to awaken to some things.

O Lord, to praise Thee aright is a great desire of mine, created and fostered by Thy Spirit and grace. This morning, O Lord, I praise Thee for all the past—so wayward on my part, so wonderful and gracious and long-suffering and forgiving and tender and inspiring on Thine.

Don't forget to pray today because God did not forget to wake you up this morning.

Whatever good I have kept in me—and in the world it is very hard to keep any—I owe it to Ben on those still Sunday mornings in those deep, old, quiet, green woods.

she was very liberal in her range of literature. All languages being equally intelligible to us (though we can never comprehend why you have not all one and the same, as we superior animals have), I derived considerable entertainment from hearing the innumerable works, in various tongues, which her companion read aloud to her almost from morning to night.

First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, 'I believe ' three times.

Carey was one of those appalling people who wake refreshed and ready for anything every morning about an hour before everyone else, and then bounce around whistling happily, avoiding death only because they move faster than the people who want to kill them.

In the morning stillness, when the world is just waking up and your conscious mind hasn't fully taken over, you may feel a connection or passageway to another world, and a feeling that something is about to happen in yours. It's like a quiet storm is coming. You can feel the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon, yet you have no idea of the deluge your life is about to experience.

Making love in the morning got me through morning sickness. I found I could be happy and throw up at the same time.

Janet awoke to the delicious sensation of Jack's callused hand sliding over the bare skin of her ass. "Good morning, angel." His voice was deep and sleepy.

You take a shower, do whatever you do in the morning. I'll make us some breakfast." "Won't you take a shower with me?" He grinned. "I'd be happy to be your rubber duckie.

We've hired a lovely nanny, Adelyn, from the Philippines, who shows up in the morning and looks after Bean all day.