Quotes About Sunrise

When you are risen on the eastern horizon You have filled every land with your beauty... Though you are far away, your rays are on Earth.

For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty.

There is a sunrise or a sunset from space every 92 minutes so there is an incredible amount of beauty to see from up there.

A thing of beauty is a joy till sunrise.

His sunrise mood evaporated with the dew, giving way to restlessness, disquiet. All his life, Lucius's moods had been prey to shifts of light, and now a leaden melancholy dragged at his spirits.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

The waking world. Even the most cynical among us must greet it with a touch of hope. Maybe it's a chemical reaction, our thoughts communing with the sunrise and creating that brief, intense faith in newness.

The waking world. Even the most cynical among us must greet it with a touch of hope. Maybe it's a chemical reaction, our thoughts communing with sunrise and creating that brief, intense faith in newness.

And perhaps the sun, in search of novelty, will rise in the west.

She loved you in the morning because the day was new.

Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.

Janie knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making.

She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making.

It's always morning for me until 4 in the afternoon.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, solitaries in clean shirts, smoking, checking mirrors to see if their reflections were still there, wore dark glasses.

A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the sunrise around in his throat like beads of pink sunlight; and sometimes so sad that you would expect the tears to drip off his beak. This magpie was like that.

I saw Tequila Sunrise as a romantic picture with complex, bigger than life characters.

At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.

How could it be late, when you're the sunrise? There's no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.

For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.

None can contain the magnificence of a wave kissing sand or the perfect spiral of a shell drying translucent in the sun or the fire of morning rising over endless water.

Morning, sausage