Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last – these people who know that nothing lasts.

Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning

New days should be greeted like new lovers and babies toddling along a table looking back to make sure we’re watching.

To live without purpose is like to wake up in the morning, walk out of your door into the street without destination

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...

Manhattan in the morning is a living stream of Purpose; everyone’s got a place to be and a problem on their mind. That doesn’t mean it’s and unfriendly place — just busy and preoccupied. Personally,...

Red FoxThe red fox crosses the iceintent on none of my business.It’s winter and slim pickings.I stand in the bushy cemetery,pretending to watch birds,but really watching the foxwho could care less.She pauses on the sheer...

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

some poems frothand foam and rise…out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

Isn’t it wonderful, that I can take care of everything?,” then that would be sufficient.

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.

Good Morning

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...

Every sunny morning is a great fountain; we quaff ‘sweet hope’ from it.

Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.

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

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...

The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom windows. The sunrise is such a pervert.

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

To wake up each morning is a miracle.

Mornings are like almost clean slates. I say almost clean because the residue of yesterdays is sometimes stuck on them.

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...

…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

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.