quotations about morning
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
To the Lighthouse
Will't ne'er be morning? Will that promis'd light
Ne'er break, and clear those clouds of night?
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day,
Whose conqu'ring ray
May chase these fogs.
FRANCIS QUARLES
Emblems
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadths of blue.
EMILY DICKINSON
"Problems"
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
HENRY DAVID THOREAU
Walden
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Hamlet
Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level.
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS
The Night of the Iguana
Morning is the night of the stars, when they close their eyelids in sleep.
IBN DARRAJ
attributed, Day's Collacon
Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have.
DANIEL HANDLER
as Lemony Snicket, The Blank Book
Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.
KAMI GARCIA
Beautiful Creatures
In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog.
LESLIE CONNOR
Waiting for Normal
I saw myself the lambent easy light
Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN
The Hind and the Panther
I know the morning; I am acquainted with it, and I love it; I love it fresh and see it as it is--a daily new creation, breaking forth and calling all that have life, and breath, and being, to new adoration, new enjoyments, and new gratitude.
DANIEL WEBSTER
letter to Mrs. Paige, April 29, 1847
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
SUSAN COOLIDGE
The Morning Comes Before the Sun