Quotes About Dawn

quoted Wordsworth: "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven." From Paris, the French Socialist Minister of Munitions, Albert Thomas, telegraphed

Then morning comes, saying, "This was a night.

At dawn the sun came across the land and into the window, slanting across the room with equatorial brightness, as close to the land as the earth would allow it.

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through." (The Yellow Sign)

The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle, found and lit it, and by its little light saw that the rose floating in the bowl was dying. It had already lost most of its petals, which floated on the water like tiny, un-seaworthy boats, deserted for safer craft. Dear God, I said. I must go back at once.

at four o'clock in the morning, when the world is full of magic, things may be safely said that may not be uttered at any other time, so long as the person who listens believes in the same kind of magic as the person who speaks.

It was of grey stone, huge block set on block;but it caught the sunlight like a dolphin's back at dawn.

it was nearly dawn, and the hill was white with snow. She was covered with a thick blanket of bees, and the snow lay upon them in bright broken spangles. She sat up in distress— bees cannot survive hard cold outside their hives— but they seemed to shake themselves...

The columns of mounted men moved forward, passed out through the gates of the Palace of Karma, turned off the roadway and headed up the slope that lay to the southeast of the city of Mahartha, comrades blazing like the dawn at their back.

But if John nursed vengeful feelings toward Bill, it must have been secretly gratifying to him that his father left at the very dawn of his triumph and forfeited any claim to his wealth.

The dawn came up entirely gold, with no hint of pink or purple. The sky was a rinsed blue, like an old shirt washed a thousand times.

Dawn on New Year's Day is as close as any inhabited place gets to absolute stillness.

Do you know who is up at four in the morning? Dairy farmers. Paperboys. Lunatics.

So may it be for him, and me, and all of us! I mused. All that is evil, and dead, and hopeless, fading with the Night that is past! All that is good, and living, and hopeful, rising with the dawn of Day!

Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this.

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.

Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.

And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.

The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.

At 6 a.m., it's already 89º. Soon it'll be too hot for any gyrating of the larynx. Too hot to cry, too hot to fly. When all the world lies down at noon, you better get your partying in at dawn.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Venga, le ho detto Perchè? Guardi fuori, è già l'alba. E allora? E' ora che lei torni a casa a dormire. Che c'entra che ora è, sono mica una bambina. Non è questione di ore, è questione di luce. Che cavolo dice? E' la luce giusta per tornare a casa, è fatta apposta per quello. La luce? Non c'è luce migliore per sentirsi puliti.

XXVIII. Sie liebte es, auf dem Balkone Dem Nahn des Frührots zuzusehn, Wenn in der blaßren Himmelszone Die Sterne nach und nach vergehn Und sacht der Horizont sich lichtet, Ein Wehn vom Morgen schon berichtet, Und dann der Tag allmählich steigt...

There is only one time of absolute silence. Halfway between the dark of night and the light of morning, all animals and crickets and birds fall into a profound silence as if pressed quiet by the deep quality of the blackest time of night...This silence is how I know it is not yet dawn, nor is it the middle of the night, but it is the place of no-time, when all things sleep most deeply, when their guard is dozing