Quotes About Dawn

Out of the scabbard of the night, By God's hand drawn, Flashes his shining sword of light, And lo, the dawn!

The morning is wiser than the evening.

With each sunrise, we start anew.

The sun is new each day.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

The morning has gold in its mouth.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Day's sweetest moments are at dawn.

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

Souls are made of dawn-stuff and starshine.

The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.

There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.

Bu?enje u zoru! Oduvek je bila navikla da u to vreme rešava sva pitanja za koja ni dan ni no? nisu mogli da na?u rešenja.

Dok ima mraka, bi?e i svanu?a.

Sure enough, all of the Brotherhood was milling around and arming themselves like they were about to head off to find his sorry ass before dawn made shit too late. All eyes swung toward him, and as he saw the surprise and shock on those familiar faces, a load of aw-shucks hit him hard. To cover that up, he gave 'em a sly grin. "I'm back, bitches—miss us?

Morning is coming." Just like a freight train.

Waking At Night The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

My witness is the empty sky. My reward is the perfect blue sky at dawn in the desert in a bird-resounding riverbottom grove.

I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn.

We arrived at Council Bluffs at dawn; I looked out. All winter I'd been reading of the great wagon parties that held council there before hitting the Oregon and Santa Fe trails; and of course now it was only cute suburban cottages of one damn kind and another

I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. It's all the same thing, I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.

We got off the bus at Main Street, which was no different from where you get off a bus in Kansas City or Chicago or Boston—red brick, dirty, characters drifting by, trolleys grating in the hopeless dawn, the whorey smell of a big city.