quotations about morning
Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level.
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS
The Night of the Iguana
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
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"
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
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
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Hamlet
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
But the morning is a time for exultant expressions, for then the soul awakens with all nature and rises in rapturous praise over blessings which it is our daily lot to enjoy.
J. M. H.
"Morning Meditations", The Bay View Magazine, Volume 17
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
I saw myself the lambent easy light
Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN
The Hind and the Panther
Morning will find us curled beside the graves
we dug, without strength to roll ourselves in.
CALVIN BEDIENT
"Modern Love", The Violence of the Morning: Poems
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
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