"morning"タグの名言

i'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.

From the first cup of coffee in the morning to playing in the sheets at night, I choose you to be by my side.

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

Beauty starts with a new dawn each and every day.

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

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.

A baby is like the morning sunshine, it comes with the lights of love, hope, warmth, beauty and endless possibilities.

For the next weeks, I hit snooze over and over in some wild hope that the morning would just pack up and leave me alone.

…though under temporary gloom at night, the return of day will hardly fail to bring return of spirits. The youth and cheerfulness of morning are in happy analogy, and of powerful operation; and if the distress be not poignant enough to keep the eyes unclosed, they will be sure to open to sensations of softened pain and brighter hope.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

Have you ever seen the dawn? Not a dawn groggy with lack of sleep or hectic with mindless obligations and you about to rush off on an early adventure or business, but full of deep silence and absolute clarity of perception? A dawning which you truly observe, degree by degree. It is the most amazing moment of birth. And more than anything it can spur you to action. Have a burning day.

I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that’s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns with one single coffee shop and where everyone knows each other’s name. I walked for a while until I found the water, the most peaceful place I know. There I sat and stayed the whole day, with nothing and everything on my mind, cleaning my head. Silence, I learned, is some times the most beautiful sound.

Master the morning and you will rule the day.

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With a step forward and one backward, always between yesterday and tomorrow, we live in a question without answer: does the night end or the morning begin? And if it is a day when we can change everything, why don’t we see it, although our eyes are wide open?

There is nowhere morning does not go.

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

I am that piece of a puzzle, which would never fit in any puzzles out there. I am that sky, which refused to turn blue every morning. I am that bird, which always had broken wings and yet always tried harder to fly. And I am that tunnel, which neither had a beginning nor end but one could always see the light at both the ends.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.