Quotes About Sunrise

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.

The rhythm of sunrise, the rhythm of sunset, filled her life.

Anyone with any sense knew that one of the best parts of the day was the hour just as the sun was rising.

There is a force of exultation, a celebration of luck, when a writer finds himself a witness to the early morning of a culture that is defining itself, branch by branch, leaf by leaf, in that self-defining dawn, which is why, especially at the edge of the sea, it is good to make a ritual of the sunrise.

There is more day to dawn; the sun is but a morning star.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and over the fields, and I felt like I was in heaven.

Then the two friends leaned back and watched the sun rise clear of the trees. "Best time of day," said Will. Yes," Horace agreed. "What's for breakfast?

Don't be afraid to step out and trust God. He is more faithful than the rising of the sun.

Oh, it's nice to get up in the mornin',But it's nicer to lie in bed.

It was the kind of morning that mocked the fear of the night before.

it is essential that true joys be experienced, that the sunrise not leave us unmoved, for civilization depends on the true joys, all those that have nothing to do with money or affluence—nature, the arts, human love.

It is time I came back to my real life After this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

It is sunrise, with Hope its arrogant rider.

Whoever invented breakfast really did it good.

Anthony knew he was being fanciful, but when he gazed upon her face, he could not help thinking of the new dawn, of that exact moment when the sun was creeping over the horizon, painting the sky with its subtle palette of peaches and pinks.

morningtide.

Sunrise swept out to sea, a sea of her own tears. "Hey," Jacaranda said, acting as though it were "only a movie," a sound in her voice of carefree girlish abandon

howling on the tile bathroom floor. Sunrise bleeding in her white dress waited just behind Jacaranda's next drink. Her next drink would always be waiting for her, languishing away.

Sunrise went straight off to take a shower. Jacaranda left and returned from across the street, where she'd picked up two half-gallons of Iglenook Chablis, and poured herself a glass of cold wine. She looked out the window and tried to remember.

This was her special time, this early part of the day when the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. It was a brand new day in which anything could happen.

morning. Her gaze lowered to the screen.

The resurrection of Christ changed the midnight of bereavement into a sunrise of reunion; it changed the midnight of disappointment into a sunrise of joy; it changed the midnight of fear to a sunrise of peace.

How nice it would be to die swimming toward the sun. —Le Corbusier

she would have pondered over the meaninglessness of silent, austere beauty renewing itself with every sunrise and going ungazed at by half the world.