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
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
One may be alive in the morning,
Then dead at night,
Changing worlds in an instant,
We are like the spring frost,
Like the morning dew
Suddenly gone.
GUISHAN LINGYOU
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Morn,
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
JOHN MILTON
Paradise Lost
There are few of us that are not rather ashamed of our sins and follies as we look out on the blessed morning sunlight, which comes to us like a bright-winged angel beckoning us to quit the old path of vanity that stretches its dreary length behind us.
GEORGE ELIOT
Mr. Gilfil's Love Story
What irritates me most of all about these morning people is their horribly good temper, as if they have been up for three hours and already conquered France.
TIMUR VERMES
Er is wieder da
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
WALTER DE LA MARE
The Return
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.
JOHN MILTON
Paradise Lost
Every morning is a blank page awaiting your thoughts, beliefs, and actions. What will you paint today? Or what will you burn into existence with your thoughts, feelings, intentions, and the sanctified force of follow-through.
KIRK BYRON JONES
Morning B.R.E.W.
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
She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.
RICHELLE MEAD
Blood Promise
Daylight is nobody's friend.
God comes in like a landlord
and flashes on his brassy lamp.
ANNE SEXTON
"You All Know the Story of the Other Woman"
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"
Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.
MEISTER ECKHART
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
The longest way must have its close--the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
Uncle Tom's Cabin
Early morning does not mince words.
JOHN GALSWORTHY
The Forsyte Saga
Morning is like the tide coming in, washing over the debris of half-finished lives and presenting once again, for this day at least, new opportunities for holiness. It is a kind of sacrament -- a means of grace, if you will -- and like all means of grace, it really does deliver what it promises.
IAN STACKHOUSE
The Day Is Yours