Quotes About Sunrise

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic'd flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen.

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn.

The lark, the herald of the morn.

But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Today. This bright new day that awaits us

In their clean white robes, with their white– gloved hands shielding their eyes against the glare, they looked like immaculate toy dolls saluting the rising sun.

Let the beauty of sunrise, keep your heart warm.

Each sunrise brings a new day filled with new hopes for a new beginning.

Every morning, the sun rises with endless possibilities that give you endless opportunities to begin again and to create a brand-new life.

Every morning, appreciate the golden glowing sun for giving you life. Every evening, appreciate yourself for making the world a little more joyful with your lovely presence.

Every morning the sun rises with a golden glow to reveal the ineffable magnificence of life.

The sun is rising. Let us feel the glint of light in the heart so that we can see and enjoy the magnificence of life.

The sun is rising with a bright golden glittering glint. Let us wake up to enjoy the joyful battles of light and darkness.

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the earth.

All was iris-blue, earth and sky together, with a cluster of clouds in the west. The young sun made his way, knee-deep in the grass. The wind scattered the dew like a lively colt. It sent up flights of birds which swam for a while among the waves of the sky, as if drunk and dizzy from screaming, and then suddenly dropped, like handfuls of stones.

Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more!

I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost; the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen.

If you want to be reminded of the love of the Lord, just watch the sunrise.

Every single day on earth, as it's been for millions of years, the sun slowly rises in the east, night gives way to dawn, dawn gives way to morning, the sun bursts above the horizon a little bit at a time and then all of a sudden in full bloom. The sky becomes lighter and clearer, the earth becomes radiated with light, and another day has begun.

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The peach gown she'd chosen was the color of the sunrise, the rippling watered silk seeming to subtly change from rose to pink to nearly orange in different lights. She'd fallen in love with it at once.

The sun is born again from the womb of night," he said. "See how the light spreads, remaking the world.

When the sun comes up, I have morals again.