Quotes About Morning

The living room, dining room, and kitchen proved to be a waste of time. Another phone sat in the kitchen with another empty memory. I was having what we in the trade called an unproductive morning. The

Yet, at the café tables in the morning, young mothers with designer sunglasses rock their babies in strollers with one hand and and sip morning coffee with the other. Normality is the most beautiful of all things, especially considering such a past.

Dawn wore a pink dress and crept across the land like a timid girl. Her sister Morning followed, dressed in blue, the sun a dazzling locket on her breast.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the winter breeze A hundred miles away.

The seeds of the day are best planted in the first hour. DUTCH PROVERB

the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading.

All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered. 'Rat!' he found breath to whisper, shaking. 'Are you afraid?' 'Afraid?' murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. 'Afraid! Of HIM? O, never, never! And yet—and yet—O, Mole, I am afraid!' Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.

Neither had any desire for talk; the glow and glory of existing on this perfect morning were satisfaction full and sufficient

And then they heard the angels tell Who were the first to cry Nowell? Animals all, as it befell, In the stable where they did dwell! Joy shall be theirs in the morning!

it was Harriet Stowe's practice to rise at 4:30 each morning to see the coming of the dawn, hear the singing of the birds, and to enjoy the over-shadowing presence of her God.

Leah, wake up. Dougal sat on the edge of her bed and patted her shoulder. Mmm, she moaned. What is it,Howard? Howard? Are ye dreaming of Howard? Her eyes flickered open. Dougal? Aye, 'tis me, yer true love, Dougal. She smiled drowsily at him. Yes, that's true.

Brodie Bruce: I LOVE THE SMELL OF COMMERCE IN THE MORNING!

I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.

Make morning into a key and throw it into the well, Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly. Let the morning sun forget to rise in the east, Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

I lay on the side of the dirt road next to a rocky trench, looked up to the gray morning sky, thankful for air, thankful for light, thankful to be alive.

You're still the morning sun to my yelda, Dostet darum. I love you.

As daylight steadily bleached darkness from the sky…

Far beyond the trees, the sun peeked its carroty face over the dark blue water, sweeping away the silvery darkness.

I love the smell of turbines in the morning.

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn't screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

Good Lord, I thought, squinting at the bright glare of a late-July morning. No wonder I slept through this. It was noisy with shrieking birds, and already hot.

By the light coming from the patio, it looked a shade after sunrise. I had to stop waking up at this hour. It was just insane.