quotations about morning
Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.
MEISTER ECKHART
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read--
The morning stars the treble led
On time's first afternoon!
EMILY DICKINSON
"Melodies Unheard"
Morn,
Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarr'd the gates of light.
JOHN MILTON
Paradise Lost
Rise early, that by habit it may become familiar, agreeable, healthy, and profitable. It may, for a while, be irksome to do this, but that will wear off; and the practice will produce a rich harvest forever thereafter; whether in public or private walks of life.
GEORGE WASHINGTON
letter to George Washington Parke Custis, January 7, 1798
This was not judgement day -- only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.
WILLIAM STYRON
Sophie's Choice
When darkness sifts from the air like fine soft soot and light spreads slowly out of the east then all but the most wretched of humankind rally.
JOHN BANVILLE
The Infinities
Every morning is a blank page awaiting your thoughts, beliefs, and actions. What will you paint today? Or what will you burn into existence with your thoughts, feelings, intentions, and the sanctified force of follow-through.
KIRK BYRON JONES
Morning B.R.E.W.
In aiming at the life of blessedness, one of the simplest beginnings to be considered, and rightly made, is that which we all make every day--namely, the beginning of each day's life. There is a sense in which every day may be regarded as the beginning of a new life, in which one can think, act, and live newly, and in a wiser and better spirit. The right beginning of the day will be followed by cheerfulness permeating the household with a sunny influence, and the tasks and duties of the day will be undertaken in a strong and confident spirit, and the whole day will be well lived.
JAMES ALLEN
Morning and Evening Thoughts
One may be alive in the morning,
Then dead at night,
Changing worlds in an instant,
We are like the spring frost,
Like the morning dew
Suddenly gone.
GUISHAN LINGYOU
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds.
JOHN MILTON
Paradise Lost
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
There are few of us that are not rather ashamed of our sins and follies as we look out on the blessed morning sunlight, which comes to us like a bright-winged angel beckoning us to quit the old path of vanity that stretches its dreary length behind us.
GEORGE ELIOT
Mr. Gilfil's Love Story
What irritates me most of all about these morning people is their horribly good temper, as if they have been up for three hours and already conquered France.
TIMUR VERMES
Er is wieder da
Dawn of a brighter, whiter day
Than ever blessed us with its ray--
A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN
"Spring at the Capital"
Daylight is nobody's friend.
God comes in like a landlord
and flashes on his brassy lamp.
ANNE SEXTON
"You All Know the Story of the Other Woman"
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
WALTER DE LA MARE
The Return
Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER
attributed, Wisdom for the Soul: Five Millennia of Prescriptions for Spiritual Healing
She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.
RICHELLE MEAD
Blood Promise
The longest way must have its close--the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
Uncle Tom's Cabin
The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
And living as if earth contained no tomb,
And glowing into day.
LORD BYRON
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage