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.

Each day when you wake up you have a choice: You can have a good day, or you can have a bad day. So you might as well have a good one.

4 am—if I’m ever up that early, it’s because I’m up that late.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

There should be a rule against people trying to be funny before the sun comes up.

A Sad ChildYou’re sad because you’re sad.It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.Go see a shrink or take a pill,or hug your sadness like an eyeless dollyou need to sleep.Well, all children are sadbut some...

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be...

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It...

I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. I sometimes love it the next morning, but other times it is...

In exchange for my silence, I want a box of quiet. Empty—and full. That’s also how I like my morning coffee at night.

And, indeed it is a very pleasant thing for to ride forth in the dawning of a Springtime day. For then the little birds do sing their sweetest song, all joining in one joyous medley,...

A morning coffee is my favorite way of starting the day, settling the nerves so that they don’t later fray.

…at morning, I’m unruffled – I’ll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock…

The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and metal surface into a silvery mirage.

Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone...

Well, I suggest you sleep on it,” said Aunt Zelda sensibly. “Things always look better in the morning.

I have a beard of fog that I wear on misty mornings. It’s not cigarette smoke, but I’d understand if you wanted to shave it off and inhale it.

Due to its late nature, tomorrow morning will start after tonight. People say early morning, but it’s later than late at night, so I say it’s entirely too decadent for me to be a part...

Each morning brings new hope.

He dormido contigoy al despertar tu bocasalida de tu sueñome dio el sabor de tierra,de agua

The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark – a sated, navy-blue...

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!

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 fucked up little life.

The early morning is too strong to drink straight, so I need to mix in a little coffee to be able to hold it down.

The sun just touched the morning;The morning, happy thing,Supposed that he had come to dwell,And life would be all spring.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform...

The Loneliness of the Military HistorianConfess: it’s my professionthat alarms you.This is why few people ask me to dinner,though Lord knows I don’t go out of my way to be scary.I wear dresses of sensible...

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday’s lipsthat I wonderedif I’d been kissed at all…

Wake up every morning with a good attitude because everyday that you open your eye’s gives you another day to try again.

We’ll see how things go in the morning.

We made love like Leftover Tuesday you eat cold on a warm Wednesday morning. And the next day I didn’t hear from her until the following yesterday.

If I’m working this hard in the morning, I’d prefer it be because my man has woken me up with an eight-inch nudge.

One of the few times in a man’s life when he is not full of shit!!The morning of a colonoscopy. Enough said!

…careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist …

I am not addicted to coffee, it find it’s way every morning.

You get peace of mind not by thinking about it or imagining it, but by quietening and relaxing the restless mind.

Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love?” he asked. …”Ask me again in the morning.

Every morning is bright, beautiful, and gorgeous like the sun, but we can’t see it because we are blinded by day to day tasks.

It was a chilly morning after the night’s rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

Joyful morning, good morning, good day.

Dracula is a morning person compared to me.

I always sleep well, dearest, except for when your hot body smothers me completely!”Darcy grinned. “Forgive me. Even sub- consciously I must be near you. I have no control over the matter. Tea and a...

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

It’s the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his...

It’s just a dream, I told myself. I hate when I dream of alarm clocks going off.

The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.