Quotes About Dawn

By the light coming from the patio, it looked a shade after sunrise. I had to stop waking up at this hour. It was just insane.

In the pseudoiterative, one performs the ritual of the day attentive to both the joy of the familiar and the shiver of the accidental. To be out at dawn was important.

There's something about being on the backside of a racetrack just before dawn that is truly magical--standing along the rail when the light's just coming up, watching the horses move fluidly across the damp earth, their dark shapes silhouetted against a rainbow sky. You stand there, breathing in the clean air, listening to the steady primal rhythm of a galloping horse, and the rest of the world simply does not exist.

En fin, gylden metallrand stiger i øst hvor solen står opp. Byen begynner å våkne, det lyder allerede en og annen fjern rumling av kjerrer som søker inn i gatene fra landet, store, tunge bondekjerrer, fulle av torvvarer, av høy og slakt og favnved.

for it was the approaching dawn that held him in its spell, that 'promise kept each morning' that the earth, along with the town and his own person, would emerge from beneath the shadow of the night, and that the delicate glimmer of dawn would yield to the bright light of day...

Courage~ What makes the flag on the mast to wave? What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder? Courage! What makes the Hottentot so hot? What puts the ape in apricot?~Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz

In the beginning, people prayed to the Creatress of Life, the Mistress of Heaven. At the very dawn of religion, God was a woman. Do you remember?

Learn to respect this sacred moment of birth, as fragile, as fleeting, as elusive as dawn.

whenever the sun is going up, it's not going down

What light through yonder window breaks?

For those who've never experienced a sunrise in the rural midwest, it's roughly as soft and romantic as someone's abruptly hitting the lights in a dark room.

It is the Valley of Fear, the Valley of Death. The terror is in the hearts of the people from the dusk to the dawn. Wait, young man, and you will learn for yourself.---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt.

I would be -- for no knowledge is worth a straw -- Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.

This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.

It is half dawn and half dark and in my drunken dreams I smell flowers and hear a skylark...

but now, along this high, rocky road, it was the leaves of cherry trees that predominated. From the bridge on, these lay like fallen red flowers. Some wet leaves, already decaying, had faded to a pink that was the color of the dawn. Why should decay take the color of the dawn?

One must merge one form of darkness with another, and then wait for the darkness to be tinged with the rosiness of the fateful dawn to come

The sword of justice need flash but once in the darkness. The light that shone from its blade would tell the world that the dawn was not far off. But men knew that a single glint from a Japanese sword was like the pale blue of daybreak along a mountain ridge.

A goddess of dawn scooted under a zing of barbed wire to witness your birth.

You are like the beach at dawn when the fog comes in; each of those things is lovely on its own, but together, they can be magical.

flag tied to the end of a long lodgepole and was standing in front of his lodge, holding the pole, with the flag fluttering in the gray light of the winter dawn. I heard him call to the people not to be afraid, that the soldiers would not hurt them; then the troops opened fire from two sides of the camp.

Tagore says, "Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.