Quotes About Morning

One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.

You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one-half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

For one moment the morning took you far out into vague chill, but your body snatched you back into its cosiness, back to the waiting dogs on the hill top. They could not follow out there, their world was walled, their noses trailed the earth. What a dog cannot hear or smell he distrusts; unless objects are close or move he does not observe them. His nature is to confirm what he sees by his sense of sound or of smell.

In the early morning the dogs burst from their sleeping quarters to bunch by the garden gate, panting for a race across Beacon Hill Park. Springs that wound themselves tighter and tighter in their bodies all night would loose with a whir on the opening of the garden gate. Ravenous for liberty, the dogs tore across the ball grounds at the base of Beacon Hill, slackened their speed to tag each other, wheeled back, waiting to climb the hill with me.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

The Inevitable While I was fearing it, it came, But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it dear. There is a fitting a dismay, A fitting a despair. 'Tis harder knowing it is due, Than knowing it is here. The trying on the utmost, The morning it is new, Is terribler than wearing it A whole existence through.

You have seen flowers at morning satisfied with the dew, and those same sweet flowers at noon with their heads bowed in anguish before the mighty sun; think you these thirsty blossoms will now need nought but— dew ? No, they will cry for sunlight, and pine for the burning noon, tho' it scorches them, scathes them...

This world is just a little place, just the red in the sky, before the sun rises, so let us keep fast hold of hands, that when the birds begin, none of us be missing.

The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth — The Sweeping up the Heart And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity —

The low grass loaded with the dew

DAWN. When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour.

A tutti è dovuto il mattino, ad alcuni la notte. A solo pochi eletti la luce dell'aurora.

Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is love — shall intercede for us!

Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns

Will there really be a Morning? Is there such a thing as Day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like Water lilies? Has it feathers like a Bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor! Oh some Wise Men from the skies! Please to tell a little Pilgrim Where the place called Morning lies!

I'll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time.

coffee's the most important thing they sell because most of us need it to keep us going, like gas in the car.

When she pulled the ribbon out of her mattress, at first light the next morning, it was brown.

Well so long as you're awake, does it matter how you were woken?

De modo que fue así como, en las primeras mañanas que iluminó el Sol, el árbol del bien y del mal verdeció y se desafiaron las prohibiciones?

Benjy awoke first in the morning, because the squirrel was trying to sit on his nose. Benjy couldn't think what was happening. His eyes shot open, he gasped for breath – and sat up. The squirrel fell off and leapt to the ground. Benjy picked it up at once – he didn't want it to scamper out of the doorway and be lost!

Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?

Benny was awake again. Happened every morning.

The sun was already long past the spire when Garrick purchased a mug of coffee from his regular man on the tip of Oxford Street. But his palate had been educated by 21st century coffee, and he judged this mug as bilge water not fit for the Irish.