It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one’s...

Some people wake up fast. Some people wake up slow. I wake up dead.

Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense...

It’s a new day. Yesterday’s failure is redeemed at the sunrise

If you get up in the morning and think the future is going to be better, it is a bright day. Otherwise, it’s not.

Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.

Every morning you are reborn, and prove it worthwhile.

Morning brings back the heroic ages. There was something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The morning, which is the most memorable season of...

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Every morning the first thing I do is serve my husband a bowl full of praises. More then his stomach I try to keep his ego full.

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,...

Sometimes it’s your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it’s memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I...

My day starts like a regular guy’s. I wake up, drink raw eggs, run around Philadelphia, and punch raw slabs of meat. Wait, that’s not my story—that’s Rocky’s. I get us confused all the time.

Got up this morning and could not find my glasses. Finally had to seek assistance. Kate [Winslet] found them inside a flower arrangement.

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...

Morning is a gate, a gate to life; night is a gate, a gate to life. Use both gates to fully join the life!

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.