I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard...

I personally woke up this morning and I didn’t know about it.

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...

She says you’re not awake until you’re actually out of bed and standing up.

Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu.

Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the housetops. Sensual, amiable, and defenseless as it was, it would still take a little while to die.

The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets – streets of death – death in streets and their houses; yet people still able to sleep and still sleeping.

There is nowhere morning does not go.

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive– to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love

He stood between death and life as between night and morning, and thought with a soaring rapture, ‘I am not afraid.

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

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

Lena’s hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

I returned to the courtyard and saw that the sun had grown weaker. Beautiful and clear as it had been, the morning (as the day approached the completion of its first half) was becoming damp and misty. Heavy clouds moved from the north and were invading the top of the mountain, covering it with a...

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

Who needs an alarm clock you you have a bladder

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

Entreabrió los ojos, y a través de sus pestañas le llegó algo menos espeso que la tiniebla, una claridad en pañales, cierto amago de luz que se filtraba por la densa cortina. Entonces, ante los ojos de Adán y en el caos borroso que llenaba su habitación, se juntaron o repelieron los colores, atrajéronse las...

MORNING

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn’t just sad and slow music. It’s a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the rising sun.

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…

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 is of a much higher quality.

In the morning I get out of bed, I brushmy teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best.I want to be good to myself.

I yell at yellow like I purr at pink. If they were more fluid, I’d pour meows in my morning coffee.

I enjoy the sounds of morning. My favorite is the shush of orgasm. If you tell me you love me, I might tell you the time.

I went for a walk this morning because the evening was still asleep. Well technically so was I, but that didn’t stop me from exercising.

You’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning to beat me to my rooster costume.

I tried to wear my shirt while it was still on the hanger. That’s just the kind of morning person I am with no coffee.

In the morning, celebrate the beauty and warmth of sun light,in the evening, celebrate the song of silence and love of night.

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.

Joyful morning, good morning, good day.

Each morning brings new hope.

Something wonderful may happen today. You don’t want to be asleep when it does!

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!

You have a clean slate every day you wake up. You have a chance every single morning to make that change and be the person you want to be. You just have to decide to do it. Decide today’s the day. Say it: this is going to be my day.

Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

Have you ever seen the dawn? Not a dawn groggy with lack of sleep or hectic with mindless obligations and you about to rush off on an early adventure or business, but full of deep silence and absolute clarity of perception? A dawning which you truly observe, degree by degree. It is the most amazing...

The desert, when the sun comes up…I couldn’t tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.

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.

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

They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.

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!

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

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.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

Morning”SUNThat awakens ParisThe highest poplar on the bank On The Eiffel TowerA tricolored cockSings to the flapping of his wingsand several feathers fallAs it resumes its course The Seine looks between the bridgesFor her old routeAnd the Obelisk That has forgotten the Egyptian words Has not blossomed this yearSUN

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,...