~Sarah Smiley It is in the early morning hour that the unseen is seen, and that the far-off beauty and glory, vanquishing all their vagueness, move down upon us till they stand clear as crystal close over against the soul. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. Then what am I — the body substance which I can see with my eyes and feel with my hands? Only that day dawns to which we are awake. ~Kent Nerburn, Small Graces: The Quiet Gifts of Everyday Life, 1998 I love the quiet calmness before the world is just waking up. No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call, The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all. But if it doesn't, I think it inspired them.
Do the buds to them belong? ~Henny Youngman Lose an hour in the morning, and you will be all day hunting for it. Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. They're raising their lighters high. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. Interpreting a recondite beauty and bliss In colour's hieroglyphs of mystic sense, It wrote the lines of a significant myth Telling of a greatness of spiritual dawns, A brilliant code penned with the sky for page.
It is my honor to do what should be done. Why have I troubled to bring it here? The vernal grass fills the whole atmosphere as with a shower of sweetness. A good officer commands without doubt. Ask most anyone who is going to be shot at dawn. Then the forest rang with calls of birds and a hundred joyous noises, and the creation was complete! After the dawn out comes the sun. As he approaches, she continues to watch the invocation of her desire. Thank You, - Jonathan Lockwood Huie Sign-up for your free subscription to my Daily Inspiration - Daily Quote email.
Dawn is friend of the muses. Then a flash of red shot out of the horizon, struck on a point of the summit, and caught from crag to crag and snow to snow until the great mass was streaked and splashed with fire. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. May I not miss joy. They make me want to slap a dead poet. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.
Sign-up for your free subscription to my Daily Inspiration - Daily Quote email. Do not think of me as gone - I am with you still in each new dawn. If you see a face, any face, then you can be sure that night has succeeded day. ~Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop Dawn drowns the stars while still the city sleeps. I think everybody would fall in love. That's when all the heads of government should meet. Or am I this realization, this greater understanding which dwells within it, yet expands through the universe outside; a part of all existence, powerless but without need for power; immersed in solitude, yet in contact with all creation? ~Jean Giraudoux The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours.
They live all over Cornwall and all over Devon. I don't let the outside world deter me. Each email contains an unsubscribe link. You're gonna turn for me. If morning joggers knew how tempting they looked to morning motorists, they would stay home and do sit-ups. ~Mike Dolan, The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. Since you'll be my dog, your new name will be 'Spot'.
Louis, while the weightless element that has lived within it flashes through the skies and views the planet. We will see it when we believe it. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. May I make the world a better place this day. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
The morn broke in upon his solemn dream, And still, with steady pulse and deepening eye, Where bugles call, he said, and rifles gleam, I follow, though I die! Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light. An instant's visitor the godhead shone. Eisenhower The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming. As he clicked off his overhead light, he turned his eyes one last time to the heavens. Suddenly the forest stopped, and we found ourselves on the crest of a great ridge, floating on a sea of darkness.