Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

Going to bed at sunrise, I find a blindfold helps me sleep. Also, I like it when my kidnappers put pillows in the trunk.

Evil exists in this world because it has its place. For had you never sat blindly through the darkness of night, your eyes wouldn’t turn toward the sunrise to appreciate its warmth and illumination.

Nocturnal with a love for night, I’d stay up to see sunlight…

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

Starting the Day— Another chance to be new again. How many of us still wish for that? To be your own sunrise. To awaken like a prayer -both solemn and joyful at still being alive.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Far over the Great River, and the Brown Lands, leagues upon grey leagues away, the dawn came, red as flame. Loud rang the hunting horns to greet it. The Riders of Rohan sprang suddenly to...

One grateful thought is a ray of sunshine. A hundred such thoughts paint a sunrise. A thousand will rival the glaring sky at noonday – for gratitude is light against the darkness.

Nature unfolds her treasure at the first ray of sunrise.

A Sunrise is God’s way of saying, “Let’s start again.

Sunrise – a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.

The sunrise was the colour of bad blood. It leaked out of the east and stained the dark sky red, marked the scraps of the cloud with stolen gold. Underneath it the road twisted up...

Love is seeing her smile as if it’s a sunrise. It’s beautiful, but geez, I wish she’d quit grinning at me while I’m trying to sleep.

The sun, rising and setting in splendid colors, never grows tired of its admirers―much like a lady, aglow with grace, never grows tired of chivalrous acts or pretty flowers.

The sun will rise whether you like it or not, whether you oppose it or not, whether you care about it or not! Some things will happen whatever you think and whatever you feel about...

I feel so grateful to discover that each new day brings me the opportunity to watch the sunrise and fall in love with you again.

During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone warm—soon to bake the earth dry. It cast a purple haze across the...

The air is still and freezing cold. The sky is a perfect, pale blue. The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it has just spilled itself over the horizon and it’s too lazy...

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

It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.

So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

Each sunrise brings a new day with new hopes for a new beginning.

When the sun goes down, melting away his caresses into the sky which consonants with the ocean, lively colors are scattered through the deep pale depth during some short sensuous instants. Later, as by art...

Male or female, if my name were either Don or Dawn, I’d be up at sunrise to celebrate the glory that is me.

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...

If you want to be reminded of the love of the Lord, just watch the sunrise.

And I was your moon because I shined brighter than any other star in your universe and you were my darkness. Without you I could not see the depth of my light and with you...

Over the plains of Ethiopia the sun rose as I had not seen it in seven years. A big, cool, empty sky flushed a little above a rim of dark mountains. The landscape 20,000 feet...

Trying to sneak a fastball past Hank Aaron is like trying to sneak the sunrise past a rooster.

I love the sunrise, but not as much as I love you. Will you pass me my midnight-black blindfold?

There are those who fear the sunset, worried they will never see light again. There are those who ignore the sunrise, squandering dawn, believing they will never run out of daylight. And then there are...

There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale...

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav’n,and strikesThe Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light

Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky,the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.

Every now and then I sit and watch the sun rise to remind myself how it’s done—peacefully, steadily, warmly, and in beautiful color.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

True love is the tide that pulls out to sea, but always returns to kiss the shore at sunrise.

I go to bed later than mostPeople to see the moon in the night sky.And wake up earlier than most people to watch the Sunrise.

Would Turner have slept through such terrific drama? Absolutely not! Anyone in my business who slept through that would be a fool. I don’t keep office hours.

I make love like an albino sings—softly, and from sunset to sunrise (except in Alaska).

Time and again the sun sets like a bedimming curtain before my eyes, taking with it all illumination, warmth, and color. I am overwhelmed by night and the monsters that lurk in shadows of despair....

I got to bed later than most people to see the moon in the night sky. And wake up earlier than most people to watch the Sunrise.

Sunrise is the time to feel that you will be able to find out how to help somebody close to you who you think needs help even if he doesn’t think. At sunrise everything is...

There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

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

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...