Morning Quotes

In the beauty of the mornings we forget about the night; in the beauty of the night we forget about the mornings! When you meet the beauty, you drop anchor in the present time and all other times disappear from your mind!

~ Mehmet Murat Ildan

Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good night's sleep, but much too early to start the day.

~ Kylie Scott

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

~ Mary Renault

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

~ Kayla Carson

Love is blind. Especially in the morning, because I can't see a damn thing before having coffee.

~ Aleksandra Ninkovic

When we first wake up every morning, there’s a calm in our minds. The challenge is to keep it there all day.

~ Ron Baratono

I never wake up in the morning and wonder why I am here. I wake up and wonder why I am not making here better.

~ Jeffrey Fry

A wise man nourishes his soul each morning with the word of God and enriches his day with God's wisdom. Psalm 19:7.

~ Felix Wantang

I am not addicted to coffee, it find it's way every morning.

~ Pushpa Rana

Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning

~ Sergei Lukyanenko

I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn't even tell the difference.

~ Taherah Mafi

God command the sun to rise every new morning.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

To wake up each morning is a miracle.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

Within this raindrop there must be a heart- a heart that weeps the pain of longing. I have her in my palm where the silvery rays of the morn reflect the beauty of the whole cosmos and I kiss her with all my yearning!

~ Preeth Nambiar

Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.

~ Laurie Lee

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

~ Emily Dickinson

I very carefully levered up an eyelid and shut it again fast. A merciless sunbeam had squirted straight in, making my brain bleed.

~ Kyril Bonfiglioli

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 feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.

~ Guy De Maupassant

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.

~ Cornelia Funke

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.

~ Victoria Kahler

Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.

~ Malak El Halabi

MorningSUNThat 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 routeAnd the Obelisk That has forgotten the Egyptian words Has not blossomed this yearSUN

~ Vicente Huidobro

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 collected overnight. They cleaned up the plates and pans of the elder mess, who were out fishing, sliced pork for the midday meal, swabbed down the foc'sle, filled the lamps, drew coal and water for the cook, an investigated the fore-hold, where the boat's stores were stacked. It was another perfect day - soft, mild and clear; and Harvey breathed to the very bottom of his lungs.

~ Rudyard Kipling

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.

~ Shannon Hale

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

...when she wakes up, there is silence, as though the day has held its breath.

~ Nicole Dennis-Benn

To say goodbye, is to die a little.To say good morning, is a hope for a new sunshine in a cloudy winter.

~ Nabil Toussi

…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

~ R.a.lucas

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.

~ Alex Gaskarth

You have a clean slate every day you wake up. You have a chance every single morning to make that change and be the person you want to be. You just have to decide to do it. Decide today’s the day. Say it: this is going to be my day.

~ Brendon Burchard

The first few moments of the day are some of the most important as they can determine the mood for the rest of the day.

~ Daniel Willey

I wriggle slowly out of the snug little cubby of blankets. Taking a shower. Letting the cool morning breeze that blows through the open windows gently caress my naked flesh. I savor the mild sun.For a while, i luxuriate in the feel of the soft towel against my skin and then, the breeze picks up and feels like a thousand miniature tongues licking the beads of water from my body. Today, no expectations. Lots of time for stretching and waking up slowly. The smell of fresh brewed coffee tickles my nose. Mornings like these make life so delicious – Nice!

~ Anna Asche

I am not a morning person.

~ Laurell K. Hamilton

And, indeed it is a very pleasant thing for to ride forth in the dawning of a Springtime day. For then the little birds do sing their sweetest song, all joining in one joyous medley, whereof one may scarce tell one note from another, so multitudinous is that pretty roundelay; then do the growing things of the earth smell the sweetest in the freshness of the early daytime—the fair flowers, the shrubs, and the blossoms upon the trees; then doth the dew bespangle all the sward as with an incredible multitude of jewels of various colors; then is all the world sweet and clean and new, as though it had been fresh created for him who came to roam abroad so early in the morning.

~ Howard Pyle

Girl Without HandsWalking through the ruinson your way to workthat do not look like ruinswith the sunlight pouring overthe seen worldlike hail or meltedsilver, that brightand magnificent, each leafand stone quickened and specific in it,and you can't hold it,you can't hold any of it. Distance surrounds you,marked out by the ends of your armswhen they are stretched to their fullest.You can go no farther than this,you think, walking forward,pushing the distance in front of youlike a metal cart on wheelswith its barriers and horizontals.Appearance melts away from you,the offices and pyramidson the horizon shimmer and cease.No one can enter that circleyou have made, that clean circleof dead space you have madeand stay inside,mourning because it is clean.Then there's the girl, in the white dress,meaning purity, or the failureto be any colour. She has no hands, it's true.The scream that happened to the airwhen they were taken offsurrounds her now like an aureoleof hot sand, of no sound.Everything has bled out of her.Only a girl like thiscan know what's happened to you.If she were here she wouldreach out her arms towardsyou now, and touch youwith her absent handsand you would feel nothing, but you would betouched all the same.

~ Margaret Atwood

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.

~ Edward Conlon

You must take into account the actual distinction between truth and fact. It is beyond all human power to tell all the facts. Your whole lifetime spent at nothing else would not tell all the facts of one morning in your life, just any ordinary morning when you get up, dress, get breakfast and wash the dishes. Facts are infinite in number. The truth is a meaning underlying them; you tell the truth by selecting the facts to illustrate it.

~ Rose Wilder Lane

Begin each day as if it were on purpose.

~ Kevin Bisch

Mornings are like almost clean slates. I say almost clean because the residue of yesterdays is sometimes stuck on them.

~ Medeia Sharif

The miracle lies in the newness of a morning.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita