A waitress goes up to Winston Churchill and says, ‘Sir, your drunk.’To which he replies, ‘I may be drunk, miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

I love the way my hair, eyebrows, and my mustache. Look in the morning.

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

Do something. Successful achievers wake up in the morning and go to bed in the night. In between their waking up and going to bed is occupied with action, action, action and action.

I don’t like breakfast, because I like things fixed and slow. Let’s just take our relationship morning by morning.

I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be ‘faced’ and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up and...

Morning, Bill,’ said Lord Tidmouth agreeably.’Go to hell!’ said Bill.’Right-ho,’ said his lordship.

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had...

Who needs an alarm clock you you have a bladder

But morning casts a harsh light over things, and the stark reality is that some things are easier to walk away from than to lose forever. But that doesn’t mean that this doesn’t hurt.

On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.

What is the one thing that gets you up every morning? The one thing that keeps you going every day, every month, every year? Let me get you started. My one thing is this, ‘I’m...

One morning as I closed the cyclone-fence gate / to begin a slow drift / down to the cookhouse on foot / (because my truck wheels were glued / in deep mud once again), /...

MORNING

It feels like the mornings clap their hands.To make me wake.

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...

i’m glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them...

I listen to AM radio in the AM, and AM radio for an AM audience in my PM (though it comes from the other side of the world). It’s all morning all the time for...

The first few moments of the day are some of the most important as they can determine the mood for the rest of the day.

I am not a morning person.

A horrible night might be hidden in a beautiful morning!

I may be drunk Miss but, in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

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...

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

You cannot be responsible for some things that happen on earth. You may attempt to act, God alone will decide. Some things are mysteries!

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.

Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

Outside the open windowThe morning air is all awash with angels.

Happily Ever After starts every time you woke up.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

When the curtains of heavens are opened, night births morning

In the hours waking,when we’re still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we’ll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories,...

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.

Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overthe seen worldlike hail or meltedsilver, that brightand magnificent, each leafand stone quickened and specific in it,and...

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

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

And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass,which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.

One evening we made love all morning.

Every “day” born ordinary it’s in our hand to make it extraordinary

In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog.

We are living in a ‘one morning’ world; we get up one morning and many things have changed! Tomorrow morning, there will be another ‘one morning!

[T]he period between four and six in the morning is called the Brahmamuhurta, the Brahmic time, or divine period, and is a very sacred time to meditate. (140)

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had...

To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!

Trying to remember a dream from a decade ago is like trying to catch fog in a coffee filter. I could subsist on morning mist.

You are the morning smiles and the midnight whispers; how can I forget you without forgetting them.

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