Quotes About Dawn

ALANNA AWOKE AT dawn, ready for another session with Coram's big sword.

Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine

Shaina, said the dawn under the door, wake up! Here comes Young Ash with beer in his belly as high as his eyes and here comes the day walking over the mountain, the day when the witch buys your maiden's blood with her spell.

When the night burned its cloak in the sunrise...

The Queen had awakened him shortly after dawn, a call from Buck House. Her Majesty the Queen was fit to be tied.

In realtà v'è qualcosa di calmo e di rassicurante nelle prime ore d'oscurità, ma a misura che la notte si fa avanti e che i rumori della terra tacciono, l'ombra e il silenzio prendono subito un carattere differente. Una specie d'immobilità soprannaturale pesa su tutto e non esiste parola più eloquente che quella di orrore per descrivere i momenti che precedono il sorgere dell'alba.»

Entonces está el amanecer y una fría soledad en la que caben la alegría, los recuerdos, usted y acaso tantos más.

Casi siempre tuve que abrir los ojos a la ceniza de un amanecer, buscar una bata fría y ver llegar la fatiga anterior a todo esfuerzo, el sabor a pizarra de un día interminable. No sé vivir sin cansancio, sin dormir; no sé por qué la noche odia mi sueño y lo combate, murciélagos afrontados sobre mi cuerpo desnudo.

Cuando el sol asoma sobre las lomas, la hora celeste llega a su fin. La niebla se ha disuelto, las beatas están sumidas en éxtasis, los noctámbulos duermen, los canillitas han repartido los diarios, los obreros trepan a los andamios. La luz desvanece el mundo mágico del alba. Los gallinazos sin plumas han regresado a su nido.

yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision; And today well-lived, makes Yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day; Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

The dawn invests our substance with desire And the slow light betrays us, and our wistfulness: When the celestial saffron Is faded and grown colourless, And the sun Gone sterile, and the growing fire Stirs us to waken, We find ourselves again Each in his separate prison Ready, hopeless For negotiation With other men.

In the trembling grey of a spring dawn, when the birds were whispering in mysterious cadence among the trees, have you not felt that they were talking to their mates about the flowers?

Look to this day For it is life, the very life of life. For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness And tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day Such is the salutation of the dawn.

Time yet to come? Tomorrow's day? Still, still some dream will time repay, Or sleep too deep for dreaming? Perhaps this life which here I live Is but a sleep, and dawn will give Only another seeming? Or that best rose, long longed-for here, That fruit the wide earth did not bear, Will dawn and death disclose? Who knows?—Oh, no one knows!

I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night.

God's first creature, which was light.

Through all that period my mind was absorbed, excited and entranced by a series of visions that remain with me to this day. Gibraltar, grey and monstrous against the dawn; the snows of Crete, flamingo-hued in the fire of sunset; Port Said, where first the smell of the East begins; pink mountains of Sinai in their lunar desolation; Colombo, sweltering under a vertical sun.

I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon.

Here we are,Out of cigarettes,Holding hands and yawning,Look how late it gets.Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light,And too much in love to say "Good night."

en route to such trees and get up before dawn, something they normally hate to do.

Every instinct warned me that from this hour my strength must wane, till dawn came like a fire to burn away my life—unless before dawn I had found rest.

It is strange how people always speak quietly in the darkness before dawn.

It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.