quotations about morning
On, on we went, till at last the east began to blush like the cheek of a girl. Then there came faint rays of primrose light, that changed presently to golden bars, through which the dawn glided out across the desert. The stars grew pale and paler still, till at last they vanished; the golden moon waxed wan, and her mountain ridges stood out against her sickly face like the bones on the cheek of a dying man. Then came spear upon spear of light flashing far away across the boundless wilderness, piercing and firing the veils of mist, till the desert was draped in a tremulous golden glow, and it was day.
H. RIDER HAGGARD
King Solomon's Mines
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my f***ed up little life.
CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON
Empty Roads & Broken Bottles
The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
And living as if earth contained no tomb,
And glowing into day.
LORD BYRON
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone--
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.
EMILY DICKINSON
"As imperceptibly as grief"
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!
EMILY DICKINSON
"A Tempest"
An end is come, the end is come, the morning is come unto thee, O thou that dwellest in the land; behold the day, the morning is gone forth.
BIBLE
Ezekiel 7:6-7
Rise early, that by habit it may become familiar, agreeable, healthy, and profitable. It may, for a while, be irksome to do this, but that will wear off; and the practice will produce a rich harvest forever thereafter; whether in public or private walks of life.
GEORGE WASHINGTON
letter to George Washington Parke Custis, January 7, 1798
Dawn, thy opportunity is full! We, alas, know not the meaning of thy gorgeous page. Dazed we watch thy letters pale; cold embers, left upon the sky; Life's opportunity flickering into naught.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous;
gray light streaking each bare branch,
each single twig, along one side,
making another tree, of glassy veins.
ELIZABETH BISHOP
"Five Flights Up"
Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.
MEISTER ECKHART
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, "aw shit, he's up!"
STEVE MARABOLI
Unapologetically You
The last dreams dance like shadows on the walls, and the morning is like a slow fish emerging from the seabed.
ALEX MANLY
Their Strange Moves: Vendor of Illusions
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
And poise triumphant on his shining arm.
He bears a sword of flame but not to harm
The wakened life that feels his quickening sway
And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!"
Take by his grace a new and alien charm.
But in the city, like a wounded thing
That limps to cover from the angry chase,
He steals down streets where sickly arc-lights sing,
And wanly mock his young and shameful face;
And tiny gongs with cruel fervor ring
In many a high and dreary sleeping place.
JOYCE KILMER
"Alarm Clocks"
It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read--
The morning stars the treble led
On time's first afternoon!
EMILY DICKINSON
"Melodies Unheard"
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
The morning hour has gold in its mouth.
CHILO
attributed, Day's Collacon
She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.
RICHELLE MEAD
Blood Promise
It is only in the morning that one should marry, read unfavourable reviews, make one's will, beat one's servants, and so forth.
E. T. A. HOFFMANN
"Princess Brambilla", The Golden Pot and Other Tales
I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up and in charge of the world, with little hope of anyone usurping or challenging its authority. A shot of light in the face of a poor waking human being and another slave limps wounded into the light-occupied territory.
JANET FRAME
Daughter Buffalo
The longest way must have its close--the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
Uncle Tom's Cabin