Quotes About Dawn

To all things an end. To every night a dawn. Even to longest night when dawn never comes, there comes, at last, the dawn.

Why water more wine in the great bowl? Why do you drown your gullet in grape? I cannot let you spill out your life on song and drink. Let us go to sea, and not let the wintry calm of morning slip by as a drunken sleep. Had we boarded at dawn, seized rudder and spun the flapping crossjack into the wind, we would be happy now, happy as swimming in grape. But you draped a lazy arm on my shoulder, saying: 'Sir, a pillow, your singing does not lead me to ships'.

There are different kinds of darkness, and Joe Solomon knew them all. From the black that lives behind blindfolds to the deep shadows of prison cells built underground. He'd seen everything. But he never could get used to how the darkness of midnight always feels different from the darkness of dawn. One marks the end and the other the beginning, but as he sat beside the perfectly still water and watched the sky begin to brighten, he honestly didn't know which one was coming.

Tout le plaisir des jours est en leurs matinées

The Queen's wedding dress in 1947, there was some embroidery on the train which was definitely there to illustrate new dawn/post-war optimism, that sort of thing.

I'd always been extremely fascinated by the French Nuit Blanche, which is a weekend that they have in Paris where they keep all the museums open until dawn. You can go and hang out in Versailles in the middle of the night and watch the sun come up.

I used to get up at five in the morning and play cricket.

stars that turn slowly off each dawn so that we begin to see how many things can go on living without us, — Richard Jackson, from "Triptych," Broken Horizons: Poems (Press 53, 2018)

even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.

Things look much brighter in the morning.

Night and morning are making promises to each other which neither will be able to keep.

The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

This is the place, you say to yourself, where everything starts to begin

Watching the morning break, I realize again that darkness doesn't kill the light—it defines it.

Erhebe dich, Genossin meiner Schmach! Der junge Tag darf hier uns nicht mehr sehn. Arise, companion of my shame! Daybreak must not find us here.

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,And spirited from sleep, the astounded soulHangs for a moment bodiless and simpleas false dawn.Outside the open windowThe morning air is all awash with angels.

THE HOUSE SLAVE Those days I lie on my cot, shivering in the early heat, and as the fields unfold to whiteness, and they spill like bees among the fat flowers, I weep. It is not yet daylight.

Such moments – the first glimmer of dawn sunbeams, lengthening shadows, star-glitter permeating the darkening sky, 'a perilous pagan enchantment haunting the midsummer forest'3 – saturate the music of Arnold Bax, the principal figure in what is sometimes referred to as the Celtic Twilight movement in British music, when the land without music was transformed into a sonorous Neverland.

Moths swarmed around the parking lot lamps, banging into the glass with a steady tap-tap-tap, and I wondered if they welcomed the dawn. At dawn, they could stop slamming their heads into the thing that forever kept them from the light. People don't have a dawn. We just keep slamming away until it kills us.

Dawn wore a pink dress and crept across the land like a timid girl. Her sister Morning followed, dressed in blue, the sun a dazzling locket on her breast.

So dawn goes to day Nothing gold can stay

Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended. Our way of life.

As daylight steadily bleached darkness from the sky…

Far beyond the trees, the sun peeked its carroty face over the dark blue water, sweeping away the silvery darkness.