Body is morning dew that shines to the rise of the hands. (Corps est rosée du matin – Qui brille au lever des mains.)

A kiss is the morning dew which stand up. (Un baiser, c’est la rosée – Du matin qui s’est levé)

I can not go through the ocean. I can not drive the streets at night. I can not wake up in the morning without you on my mind. And so you’re gone and I’m haunted. I bet you are just fine. Did i make it that easy to walk right in and out of my...

Morning Short List1. Woke up ✓2. Air to breath ✓3. Food to eat ✓4. Roof over head ✓ …yep, it’s a Good day!

The fact that you woke up this morning is proof that this day has already been predetermined in your favor.

… and it was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I’ve ever known has slowly gone awayand I know by now that that’s the way you...

The morning came pouring down on my night, but luckily I was able to convert my erection into an umbrella.

The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long and priceless moments of shared solitude…

We love the morning, because we know that there will be night soon! We love the night, because we know that there will be morning soon! Who loves the morning if there shall be no night? Who loves the night if there shall be no morning?

Fortunately, he’d found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

Yes, Spring has come!I felt it yesterday when I looked out the window at the moon over the rooftops, when I breathed in the fresh night air.This morning I was awoken by the sun, drenched the room with bright warm light.I opened my eyes, reached out to meet the sun and murmured “Good morning”!

Don’t predict the condition of the entire day by the state of the morning. You don’t judge a book by its cover. A cloudy morning is no guarantee for a rainy day!

Your deceit smells like a fake mustache. Nobody stole my facial hair. I shaved this morning and donated half of it to the Humane Society. The other half I kept for sentimental petting reasons.

Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.

Mitch woke up the next morning the way he always did: badly.

There is nowhere morning does not go.

Starting the morning without prayer is like starting a car without gas.

I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. And I love the sound of no one talking to me while I drink it.

It is only in the morning that one should marry, read unfavourable reviews, make one’s will, beat one’s servants, and so forth.

In the morning I brush my teeth with hope, and at night before bed I brush them with defeat. Both are mint flavored, so I try not to get them mixed up.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

Each day brings its own miracles. May your hearts and mind be open to daily miracles.

As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We’ve still been running in the mornings, but the city’s different then. It’s filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it’s like it dies, waiting to...

The dark has a eased a little. There has been a street-lamp burning, that has lit the threads of the bleached net scarf hung at the window, now it is put out. The light turns filthy pink. The pink gives way to sickly yellow. It creeps, and with it creeps sound – softly at first,...

We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who’d just smoked a cigarette et cetra. Another list. The things we loved: strong coffee, Matisse, Rumi, summer rain, bathing together, Tom Hanks, rice...

My favorite place in the world is next to you.

At five in the morning, I was half asleep. The whole left side of my body was taking a nap. Seems I’m also always half in love, from my waist down.

The thing that surprised me was how sharp we were on offense in the morning session. Both JV and varsity were very sharp. They knew the plays and were very crisp in executing the plays.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

The scent of the morning is prepared by the night; the scent of the night is prepared by the day; everything helps everything!

I dream of a morning when Filipinos can wake up from the centuries-long sleep that took them from their past and denied them their destiny as a people.

The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.

One smile in the morning can change your mood for the entire day. One hug in the evening can usher you into cheerful night dreams you will never regret!

I shaved off a few seconds from my morning routine by not shaving off my facial hair. I’m growing a handlebar mustache for charity—and for something to hang on to while I ride my unicycle.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one’s feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror,...

Some people wake up fast. Some people wake up slow. I wake up dead.

Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing,...

It’s a new day. Yesterday’s failure is redeemed at the sunrise

Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.

Every morning you are reborn, and prove it worthwhile.

Morning brings back the heroic ages. There was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some...

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Every morning the first thing I do is serve my husband a bowl full of praises. More then his stomach I try to keep his ego full.

The morning has broken – I had thought of the morning like an egg that had split with a crack and was spreading. Before us lay all the green of the green country of England, with its rivers and it’s roads and it’s hedges, it’s churches, it’s chimneys, it’s rising threads of smoke. The chimneys...

Sometimes it’s your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it’s memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and...

It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get betterand that things and people and views are still out...

My day starts like a regular guy’s. I wake up, drink raw eggs, run around Philadelphia, and punch raw slabs of meat. Wait, that’s not my story—that’s Rocky’s. I get us confused all the time.