…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.

The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in...

Carl sat musing until the sun leaped above the prairie, and in the grass about him all the small creatures of day began to tune their tiny instruments. Birds and insects without number began to...

If a solution fails to appear … and yet we feel success is just around the corner, try resting for a while. … Like the early morning frost, this intellectual refreshment withers the parasitic and...

Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest?’Tis that every mother’s sonTravails with a skeleton.Lie down in the bed of dust;Bear the fruit that bear you must;Bring the eternal seed to light,And morn...

Is this your holiday homework?” asked Sarah. “Don’t do it, Rose! And Eve will write you a note to say it’s iniquitous to give eight-year-olds homework. You will, won’t you, Eve?””I could never spell ‘iniquitous,’...

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

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

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

You know you love him when you can’t sleep at night and get up early to talk to him the next morning.

When you rise in the morning, form a resolution to make the day a happy one for a fellow creature.

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...

Good Morning!

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

[Brzask] jest to pora, kiedy przedmioty tracą konsystencję cienia, jaką darzyła je noc, i odzyskują po trochu właściwe sobie barwy; ale najpierw przechodzą jeszcze przez coś niby strefę pośrednią, niejasną, zaledwie muśnięte czy raczej otoczone...