Quotes About Dawn

Hold me, O Night, with motherly affection, While the wan earth wakes with a misty yawn. By my blood will be born the dawn and from my fleeting dream—the undying sun!

It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.

We primates reacted to threat with anger, so we got into fights without knowing why. Dawn

Once, when nothing was but night, they gathered, in a time forgotten— all the gods of greatest might— to plan the dawn of day and light. Here … at Teotihuácan.

I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be so it's easier to remember who I am.

I'm not a morning person. I'm really not.

Morning to ye! Morning to ye!

El alba pone al hombre en camino, y lo pone también a trabajar.

The rose Dawn might have found them weeping still had not grey-eyed Athena slowed the night when night was most profound, and held the Dawn under the Ocean of the East. That glossy team, Firebright and Daybright, the Dawn's horses that draw her heavenward for men- Athena stayed their harnessing.

For my part I have no joy in tears after dinnertime. There will always be a new dawn tomorrow. Yet I can have no objection to tears for any mortal who dies and goes to his destiny. And this is the only consolation we wretched mortals can give, to cut our hair and let the tears roll down our faces.

Pherae. He was Ortilochus' son, whose father was Alpheus, and there they spent the night. [490] Diocles offered them the hospitality he owed to strangers who stayed there as his guests. As soon as rose-fingered early Dawn appeared, they hitched their horses, climbed in the splendid chariot, and set off from the echoing portico

Now they made all secure in the fast black ship, and, setting out the wine bowls all a-brim, they made libation to the gods, the undying, the ever-new, most of all to the grey-eyed daughter of Zeus. And the prow sheared through the night into the dawn. (Translation by Robert Fitzgerald 1961)

soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn

and poured libations out to the everlasting gods who never die — to Athena first of all, the daughter of Zeus with flashing sea-grey eyes — and the ship went plunging all night long and through the dawn (R. Fagles translation)

The child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared.

All running gear secure in the swift black craft, they set up bowls and brimmed them high with wine and poured libations out to the everlasting gods who never die—to Athena first of all, the daughter of Zeus with flashing sea-gray eyes— and the ship went plunging all night long and through the dawn.

Quando surgiu a que cedo desponta, Aurora de róseos dedos

The dawn is killing me off, the fog is on the windows, the [ra]coons have robbed the cans, and down in Rio its 8 a.m. and the whores who missed last night are already out on the beach in their fine little bikinis and if I could get my hands on just one of them I would be God's happiest man. But that's not likely tonight, so I'll get some sleep and wake up tomorrow with a fix on the Hell's Angels. - to Angus Cameron in a letter dated 06/28/1965

Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.

He remembers night, sleep, the bed, their shared comas, A certain source of fondness in the night. (She saw, no, expected, a dawn from every light. Such was her fault)

By now it was dawn – about five o'clock, Bond guessed – and he reflected that a mile or two on was the turning to Le Chiffre's villa. He had not thought that they would take Vesper there. Now that he realized that Vesper had only been a sprat to catch a mackerel the whole picture became clear.

Bond awoke in his own room at dawn and for a time he lay and stroked his memories.

Slowly the red dawn broke over the endless plain of black grass that gradually turned to the famous Kentucky blue as the sun ironed out the shadows.

How did the hearing go?" she asked. "We won, sort of," Kaldar said. "We die at dawn." "The court gave the Sheeriles twenty-four hours," William corrected. "Yes, but 'we die at dawn the day after tomorrow' doesn't sound nearly as dramatic." "Does it have to be dramatic all the time?" Catherine murmured. "Of course. Everyone has a talent. Yours is crocheting and mine is making melodramatic statements.