Quotes About Dawn

that morning, and a half

Might be worth it. I'm so goddamn horny the crack of dawn ain't safe.

And, like the rest of America, Paradise slept: well past the wee hours, to the break of Sunday dawn. Across the city, across the county, one hundred and eighty-eight thousand lives lay down together in isolated slumber, unconsciously intertwined. And not a one of them ever even saw it coming.

Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you'd shake a rug.

Morning seems to come earlier every year I live.

as if in the pre-dawn, before light begins to lift edges into being.

The virtues of getting up early have nothing to do with cramming more hours of busyness and industry into one's day. Just the opposite. They stem from the stillness and solitude of the hour, and the potential to use that time to expand consciousness, to contemplate, to make time for being, for purposefully not doing anything. The peacefulness, the darkness, the dawn, the stillness - all contribute to making early morning a special time for mindfulness practice.

Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.

But when the dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.

The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn! Look to this Day! For it is Life, the very Life of Life. In its brief course lie all the Verities and Realities of your Existence. The Bliss of Growth, The Glory of Action, The Splendor of Beauty; For Yesterday is but a Dream, And To-morrow is only a Vision; But To-day well lived makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. Look well therefore to this Day! Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!

No matter how dark the night, morning always comes. And our journey begins anew.

You know what's the best part about waking up early? Nothing, it sucks!

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn?... Maybe night falls because it's heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

I called her name into the fold between night and day.

Just as the dawn is the forerunner of the arising of the sun, so true friendship is the forerunner of the arising of the noble eightfold path.

It's always darkest before the dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.

The sun is gonna rise tommorrow.

Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious.

It was morning. Sunlight filtered in with the smell of burnt toast.

The sky was just beginning to light up a little, the quiet time when all the air is clean and you can hear birds, even in the middle of New York City, the time of day you never see except by accident, and you always tell yourself, "I must get up and appreciate this time of day once in awhile," and then you never do. Don't ask me why.

He could say nothing. He had no right to be there, he had already been profoundly changed, he was no good at small talk, she was half naked, it was dawn and he loved her.

I myself have started to feel the onset of something, a sadness perhaps, the dawn of a new season, and existence even. But enough of this. Tell me about yourself and what it is like where you are. Do the leaves ever stop falling? Are the shadows ever anything but long? — Mark Strand, from "Two Letters," The Continuous Life: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1992)

I'm a light eater. As soon as it's light, I start to eat.