Quotes About Dawn

Chavez Ravine is the dawn of Chicano consciousness.

Kids are like roosters, up at the first sign of dawn.

The dawn was bright and blowing. Angels perched unseen on the shrouds and crosstrees. Young men, fated to survive and become old men dying abed half a century hence, would forever remember this hour, when an army at dawn made for the open sea in a cause none could yet comprehend. Ashore, as the great fleet glided past, dreams of them stepped, like men alive, into the rooms where their loved ones lay sleeping.

There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

In the morning of the world,When earth was nigher heaven than now.

My sun sets to rise again.

Life is a dream—that knows no shade. Life is a dream—of pain and woe. A dream from which—we pray to wake. A dream from which—we wake and go. Who would sleep—when the new dawn waits? Who would sleep—when the sweet winds blow? A dream must end—when the new day comes. This dream from which—we wake and go.

At dawn the day was born, just as twilight gave birth to night, but at dawn, night died, and at twilight, day.

The sun rose reluctantly, without warmth.

All that night he followed bends of the black road jeweled by starlight until the wan light of the dawn touched the east with red and the pastures turned green.

To wake in some dawn and see / As though down a rifle barrel, lined up / Like sights, the self that was, the self that is, and there / Far off but in range, completing that alignment, your fate.

Every morn is the world made new.

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

Every morn is a fresh beginning,      Every morn is the world made new

When dawn spread its cool clear flush over the meadows and fields and thorny pastures to the north and east, Duane pulled an old lawn chair out of the cabin and sat down to watch, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. It was chilly enough that he threw an old poncho over his lap.

I am not a morning person.

It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.

If we can get everyone all tucked in safe and sound before dawn, all things will be possible.

THE MAIN PIECE of the body lay on the ground, on its back in the middle of a smooth grassy field. In the predawn gloom everything looked gray, but there were scuffed and paler places around the field; I think we were standing in the middle of a softball field. The "we" was Edward, U.S. Marshal Ted Forrester, and me, U.S. Marshal Anita Blake.

men of their generation, quick to see a slight, quick to draw their swords. But a dawn affair of honor was

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up. That's when they can hear us true.

When the window turned dark, it was presumably night; when it grew blue again, I guessed that morning had come.