Quotes About Dawn

A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men.

There is the great sky again, and the stars, and the first streak of dawn, and he is walking beneath that sky, a soldier with big boots and a full belly, a little soldier in the early morning.

Sleep to gather strength for the morning. For the morning will come.

All I know is that young boys sleep late and hard.

Siempre le había gustado aquella hora del día, y ahora sentía como si él mismo fuese una parte del amanecer, como si fuese una porción de esa luz gris, de ese lento aclarar que precede a la salida del sol, cuando los objetos sólidos se oscurecen, el espacio se ilumina, las luces de la noche se hacen amarillas y se esfuman a medida que avanza el día.

El futuro, cuando suceda, lo oirás. De momento déjalo correr, no llores antes de hora, pues claramente llegará con los rayos de la aurora.

Just like the sun coming up yonder out of the sea, pushing rays of light ahead of it.

And all I long for is the dawn!

Dreaming, not keeping lookout, feeling alone, and above, and apart, watching the dawn creep like a painted dream over the sky and sea which slept together.

In the darkness, I had been afraid that he was evil. At dawn, I realized he had been my friend and guardian, watching over me all night long.

But the ones who were there at the beginning are the ones that rumble a lot.

No, Dandelion stuck with his first version. And he never sang it. Never. To no one. Right before the dawn, while it was still dark, a hungry, vicious werewolf crept up to their camp, but saw that it was Dandelion, so he listened for a moment and then went on his way.

Sometimes I get up before sunrise to watch the way the dark thins out and objects slowly reveal themselves, the trees, the rest of the landscape. You can hear the river below and roosters in the village. The light of dawn, cold and blue, gradually fills the world, and it's the same in every place I've been.

I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness.

And we drove towards the widening dawn, that now streaked half the sky with a wintry bouquet of pink of roses, orange of tiger-lilies, as if my husband had ordered me a sky from a florist. The day broke around me like a cool dream.

At the Spring Dawn I watched the dawn come, Watched the spring dawn come. And the red sun shouldered his way up Through the grey, through the blue, Through the lilac mists. The quiet of it! The goodness of it! And one bird awoke, sang, whirred A blur of moving black against the sun, Sang again—afar off. And I stretched my arms to the redness of the sun, Stretched to my finger tips, And I laughed. Ah! It is good to be alive, good to love, At the dawn, At the spring dawn.

Well, I would definitely give up performing... But I would still sit down in an office and pretend to write with Dawn, even if we never produced anything, because it's just hilarious. I would miss that.

I'm by far my most creative and my most productive early in the day.

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.

It is beginning to dawn on the world of compassion that the root causes of poverty can be addressed effectively only through development, not through one-way giving.

Over shadowy spires and gleaming towers lay the ghostly darkness and silence that runs before dawn.

adultery can indeed be pleasant, and tying one on can amuse. But betrayal, jealousy, love grown cold, and the gray dawn of the morning after are nobody's idea of a good time.

Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day. Heresy is the last and best thought. It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all sail. It is the eternal horizon of progress. Heresy extends the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought. Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy, a coffin.

By dawn he had surrendered, gratefully, to the old inertia, the product of always seeing both sides of every question.