MORNING QUOTES III

quotations about morning

Daylight appears just about to rise
To its feet, like a guest
Who's sat all night
Keeping time to lively music.

TRACY K. SMITH

"Serenade"

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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.

JOHN GALSWORTHY

The Forsyte Saga

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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day. It is a blessed baptism which gives the first waking thoughts into the bosom of God.

HENRY WARD BEECHER

Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit

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Great streets of silence led away
To neighborhoods of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.

By clock 'twas morning, and for night
The bells at distance called;
But epoch has no basis here,
For period exhaled.

EMILY DICKINSON

"Void"

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Each morning is a fresh beginning. We are, as it were, just beginning life. We have it entirely in our own hands. And when the morning with its fresh beginning comes, all yesterdays should be yesterdays, with which we have nothing to do. Sufficient is it to know that the way we lived our yesterday has determined for us our today.

RALPH WALDO TRINE

In Tune With the Infinite


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"

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An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd from the golden window of the east.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Romeo and Juliet

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The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone--
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.

EMILY DICKINSON

"As imperceptibly as grief"

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The last dreams dance like shadows on the walls, and the morning is like a slow fish emerging from the seabed.

ALEX MANLY

Their Strange Moves: Vendor of Illusions


Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

EDWARD FITZGERALD

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

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Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with Orient pearl.

JOHN MILTON

Paradise Lost

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The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!

EMILY DICKINSON

"A Tempest"

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The morning is like a window, the day like a wall, the night like a mirror.

CHANG HSI-KUO

The City Trilogy


I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
or awake

CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON

The Glass Child


Every morning is new as the last one, uncreased
as the not quite imaginable first.

JANE HIRSHFIELD

"Sky: An Assay"

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Of all the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works. 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

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I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake late) with the sun already up and in charge of the world, with little hope of anyone usurping or challenging its authority. A shot of light in the face of a poor waking human being and another slave limps wounded into the light-occupied territory.

JANET FRAME

Daughter Buffalo


Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!

ELEANOR FARJEON

"Morning Has Broken"


On, on we went, till at last the east began to blush like the cheek of a girl. Then there came faint rays of primrose light, that changed presently to golden bars, through which the dawn glided out across the desert. The stars grew pale and paler still, till at last they vanished; the golden moon waxed wan, and her mountain ridges stood out against her sickly face like the bones on the cheek of a dying man. Then came spear upon spear of light flashing far away across the boundless wilderness, piercing and firing the veils of mist, till the desert was draped in a tremulous golden glow, and it was day.

H. RIDER HAGGARD

King Solomon's Mines


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

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