Quotes About Sunrise

The sun rose yellow as a lemon. The sky was round and blue. The birds looped clear water songs in the air. Will and Jim leaned from their windows. Nothing had changed. Except the look in Jim's eyes. Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

They lay blinking their dusty eyelids. ...Montag sat up. He did not move any further, however. The other men did likewise. The sun was touching the black horizon with a faint red tip.

N'est-ce pas agréable de se promener à cette heure de la nuit ? J'aime humer les choses, regarder les choses, et il m'arrive de rester toute la nuit debout, à marcher, et de regarder le soleil se lever. (Clarisse McClellan)

I remembered five o'clock in the morning, predawn arrivals of Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey, and all the animals parading by before sunrise, heading for the empty meadows where the great tents would rise like incredible mushrooms.

The time was the beginning of the morning, And up the sun was mounting with those stars

Nobody goes anywhere though we are always leaving and returning. It's a ceremony. Sunrise occurs everywhere, in lizard time, human time, or a fern uncurling time.

The light is nostalgic about mornings past and optimistic about mornings to come.

Then I come out on the shoulder of the hill, and there is the whole sky, immense and full of light that has drowned the stars. Its edges are piled with hills. Over Stannard Mountain the air is hot gold, and as I watch, the sun surges up over the crest and stares me down.

Every day has one morning.

brushed with the first crimson of sunrise. On the oval track the comb marks of the rakes in the dirt showed no footsteps; Saul always ran better on fresh earth. He stripped and tossed

The first purple traces of dawn were what woke up Thomas

Then the sun broke above the crest of the hills and the entire countryside looked soaked in blood, the arroyos deep in shadow, the cones of dead volcanoes stark and biscuit-colored against the sky. I could smell pinion trees, wet sage, woodsmoke, cattle in the pastures, and creek water that had melted from snow. I could smell the way the country probably was when it was only a dream in the mind of God.

It was six o'clock in the morning, and the sun was rising over the mountains, and the birches, and the impossibly green meadows; and to me, dazed with night and no sleep and three days on the highway, it was like a country from a dream.

Even the most seasoned star tramp can't help but shiver at the spectacular drama of a sunrise seen from space

I'm a morning person so I like to be up by 6 am to wash and pray before the sun rises, and then have a tea at the kitchen table.

The sun began to rise in earnest; Tess loved the way it illuminated treetops first, turning the foliage white-gold. The sky behind was warmly blue, and in the west a gibbous moon lingered in the branches like a pale fish caught in a net. Like a delicious secret. Tess blew it a cheeky kiss.

We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

If I've learned one lesson in all my days, it's this: Life starts new, every sunrise.

Oh, the different consciousness between the grieving and the dying! One sees midnight, the other joyful sunrise. One sees death, the other Life as never before.

Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunrise And cuts like a fine blade.

With the rising of the sun we stirred, and woke, and readied ourselves to face the new day.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

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