Quotes About Dawn

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

In alto, lo sfavillio delle stelle cominciò a impallidire, appannandosi, e nel firmamento dilagò la promessa perlacea del nuovo giorno.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. That was all I wanted, he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.

He woke with the impression of light fading, but the room was dark. Afterimages, retinal flares. The sky outside hinted at the start of a recorded dawn. There were no voices now, only the rush of water, far down the face of the Intercontinental. In

The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage.

The demand for continuity has, over large tracts of science, proved itself to possess true prophetic power. We ought therefore ourselves sincerely to try every possible mode of conceiving the dawn of consciousness so that it may not appear equivalent to the irruption into the universe of a new nature, non-existent until then.

She slept but little. In the morning she found habit by her bedside; she clothed herself therein and faced the day.

At dawn a great shark mouth appears at the horizon smiling like a stupid angel and chewing silently on the sky.

Twilight, even remembered twilight, is better than no light at all.

Tonight sometime the full reality will dawn on him, but he's like me: the guy you want at the site where the plane went down.

Dusk softens the sharp points of trees outside my window; the sky slowly darkens, then blackens around an orb of moon. Hours later, a faint blue tinge yields to the soft pastels of dawn, and soon enough sun is streaming in, the stop-start rhythm of the train making it all feel like still photography, thousands of images that taken together create a scene in motion.

Only tragedies arrived with such urgency in the small hours before dawn.

Sometimes when light dawns it simply illuminates how dismal circumstances have become.

As nighttime turned into dawn, the mountain seemed to travel down the street. It advanced on tiptoe, fully prepared to be shooed away. Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation. Her wish for the mountain was that it would one day shrink to a pebble, crash in through the glass, and roll into a corner to happily absorb tavern life as long as the place stayed standing.

Sometime later near dawn I fall asleep I get up and go out there Go through the motions Trying to look like someone Who's alive Inside I'm screaming all the time Every day dealing with the many shades of horror There's nothing anyone can say to me Nothing anyone can do

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Higher and higher receded the sky, wider and wider spread the streak of dawn, whiter grew the pallid silver of the dew, more lifeless the sickle of the moon...

The birds they sang at the break of day. Start again!! I heard them say

Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

I want to invite you to come for a stroll in the menagerie,' I said, feeling pretty uncomfortable. 'But it's too early,' she replied. 'It isn't five o'clock yet. I never get up before ten.' 'It's lovely out,' I added. "Oh, all right, if you insist.' We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.

He was overwheled by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until the pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.