Quotes About Sunrise

Good morning, magazines! Good morning, bookmarks! Good morning, books! Good morning, store!

The sun rises every day. What is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer! I will often admire beautiful sunrise, but I will never consider the sun a champion for having risen.

The sun rises every day, what is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer!

Schumacher has no flaws. He has the best car, the best-financed team, the best tires, the most skill. Who can rejoice in his wins? The sun rises every day. What is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer! I will often admire a beautiful sunrise, but I will never consider the sun a champion for having risen.

The tides run, the sun sets, the night passes, and in the morning, just at dawn, the islands come into view again as they did for Cook so long ago, a fresher green breast of the new world than ever the old Atlantic sailors saw, and still a place of gentle, beckoning beauty.

3At each and every sunrise you will hear my voice As I prepare my sacrifice of prayer to you. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on the altar And wait for your fire to fall upon my heart.

each and every sunrise you will hear my voice As I prepare my sacrifice of prayer to you. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on the altar And wait for your fire to fall upon my heart.b

Morning to ye! Morning to ye!

To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lamp—all others but liars!

Gliding across an imaginary line that splits the Pacific Ocean from the north to the south polar caps, the sunrise acquired a new label, June 23. Behind that line, June 22 had just dawned. This murky international convention, amid world chaos, still stood. For the globe still turned as always in the light of the sun, ninety million miles away in black space, and the tiny dwellers on the globe still had to agree, as they went about their mutual butcheries, on a way to tell the time.

soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn

The child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared.

There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.

It was necessary, we felt, to thoroughly terrify our opponents, so that even in hollow victory, they would learn to fear every sunrise ...

I wondered if maybe this kind of thing happened all the time in Vegas -- cars full of late-arriving passengers screeching desperately across the runway, dropping off wild eyed Samoans clutching mysterious canvas bags who would sprint onto planes at the last possible second and then roar off into the sunrise.

I like to load up on mescaline and turn my amplifier up to 110 decibels for a taste of White Rabbit while the sun comes up on the snow-peaks along the Continental Divide. Which is not entirely the point. The world is full of places where a man can run wild on drugs and loud music and firepower -- but not for long.

When you're in nature, when you're going to bed when the sun goes down and getting up when the sun rises, and you get into that rhythm, your body just really responds positively to it.

The sun had by now whispered to the sub-arctic sky giving the gray darkness a glow, a gentle glow. Rostnikov remembered the ghost of a winter morning when he was a child.

Ordinary was a word that came charging out of the sunrise on a palomino pony as soon as you thought about her.

When once thy day shall burst to flower, When once the sun shall climb the sky, And busy hour by busy hour, The urgent noontide draws anigh...

It was one of the nights which do not come often in a lifetime, and which people never forget. The darkness seems full of meaning; the hush, full of sound. God is beyond, holding the sunrise in his right hand, holding the sun of our earthly hopes as well; will it dawn in sorrow or in joy? We dare not ask; we can only wait.

I love waking up in the morning. It makes me feel really excited.

What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.

Oh my Valentine! I want to wake up and enjoy every sunrise with you and vanish into your hand at the sunset of my life.