Quotes About Dawn

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness.

To wake in that desert dawn was like waking in the heart of an opal. ... See the desert on a fine morning and die - if you can!

I'm not a morning person.

I am not a morning person.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

The best image to sum up the unconscious is Baltimore in the early morning.

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn't make yourself over between dawn and dusk.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.

I'm very much a night person. Morning is a thing I only experience because I have to.

There were two dawns that morning. One the orderly sunrise of God, followed by man's fireball at the base of that rocket.

Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.

The only reason there's such a thing as a morning in the first place is to keep night and afternoon from bumping into each other. -Kheldar

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

The sun is but a morning star.

Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?

I have always felt that the moment when first you wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours.

All humans realize they are loved when witnessing the dawn; early morning is the triumph of good over evil. Absolved by light we decide to go on.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

I think every morning we wake up offers a new beginning, a new way of stepping into the day. I think every conversation could be a new chance.

Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.