Quotes About Morning

The windows were open to morning air embroidered with birdsong.

This would be his first morning without caffeine.

The rose: though its petals are easily bruised, it blooms with exuberance. What power the rose possesses; the merest hint of a blossom conjures the deepest memory. At dawn, roses must be picked quickly, for they lose half their essence—the perfumer's treasure—by the high sun of noon. —DB

You see, in the morning I always practice imagination for an hour or two. It does me lots of good.

Even before the sun lights the day, fireflies illuminate the path.

rises in early May at precisely 5:52 a.m., and it's rare I get to watch it. So this morning, in the small quiet interim before daybreak and our meeting, I came to the cliff's edge. I've traveled the world for my family's business, from the highest ranges of the Alps to the depths of

If the blue morning held in the glass of the window, if my fingers, my palms. If my thighs. If your hands, if my thighs. If the seeds, among all the lost gold oft the grass. If your hands on my thighs, if your tongue. If the leaves. If the singing fell upward. If grief. For a moment if singing and grief. If the blue of the body fell upward, out of our hands. If the morning held it like leaves.

I felt numb and agitated at the same time, reaching out to her as I spoke. I wondered how such a peaceful morning could be converted in a heartbeat to the slow motion of a nightmare.

MORNING FALLS ON THE JUST AND THE UNJUST," I OBSERVE, and the nurse smiles politely and continues brushing my hair.

Smile first thing in the morning, get it over with.

You want to know what's going on in someone's life? Ask them how they feel first thing in the morning.

Morning mists skulked over the river.

There is no such thing as a good call at 7 AM. It's been my experience that all calls between the hours of 11 PM and 9 AM are disaster calls.

The day is early with birds beginning and the wren in a cloud piping like the child in the poem, drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe. And the place grows bean flower, pea-green lush of grass, swarm of insects dizzily hitting the high spots; dunny rosette creeping covering shawl ream in a knitted cosy of roses; ah the tipsy wee small hours of insects that jive upon the crippled grass blades and the face of the first flower alive.

we are herded to bed and the day's thin scenery topples revealing, for those who sleep, the painted props of sleep. The rest lie in the dark and wait for morning and hope, against certain belief, that what the voices tell them is not true.

As a child, I had to get up early for school or work. I'd get ready by myself. I'd set my alarm to wake me up very early in the morning, and be off to work, the family driver driving me every morning. I did it alone, my parents never coming in to wake me up.

There are split seconds in the morning between waking and sleep when you know nothing. Not just things missing like where or who you are, but nothing. The fact of being alive has no substance. No awareness of skin and bone, the trap inside the skull. For these split seconds you hover in the sky like Icarus. Then you remember

The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom windows. The sunrise is such a pervert.

Before I go to bed at night, I ice my face, because it closes your pores and makes a difference in the morning.

Bezos only makes decisions in the first half of the day. If any important decision comes to him after noon, he won't make it, he'll say he's waiting until the next day. Because he knows he is cognitively there in the morning, in the best possible way. The mornings are for decisions, the afternoons are not.

If you still want people in the office every day, change that requirement to every afternoon instead. Then let your troops have their mornings to themselves.

What does it feel like to get out of bed in the morning? It feels like pulling a sequoia out of the earth with your bare hands.

I looked at the clock on the microwave. I was late for work. I find it difficult to move at that hour. Like there are ankle weights on my soul.

Yet he could not enjoy the walk. In the morning especially a bougainvillaea looks handmade, lawns are always lawns, and it is true indeed that dogs smell fear. Cats don't say.