Morning Quotes - Page 2

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

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.

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

The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear.

The desert, when the sun comes up...I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.

In the hours waking,
when we're still all still,
and you can hear the floorboards creaking,
and you can feel the shades blow in,
the night we slept with,
we'll never kiss like that again.
Our lips, will sever,
our memories, will dissipate,
and our shadows will be swallowed by the sky.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

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

Do you know how,

sometimes, when you first wake up,
your pulse is so thorough, so slow,
that you, and the one who is with you,

and the room, and the opening light all seem to swell
and subside and swell inside your heart?

Starting the morning without prayer is like starting a car without gas.

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

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.

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 rising sun.

And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest music
leaving tears on the glass,
which is what music does to me
most of the time
but silence too. and rain.

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.

Manhattan in the morning is a living stream of Purpose; everyone's got a place to be and a problem on their mind. That doesn't mean it's and unfriendly place - just busy and preoccupied. Personally, I love it. I'm a social creature but there are times and places you just don't want to do more than grunt at your fellow human being.

I dream of a morning when Filipinos can wake up from the centuries-long sleep that took them from their past and denied them their destiny as a people.

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.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
I give her my life
for our love is whole
I sing her beauty
in my soul.