Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.
So far as I know, anything worth hearing is not usually uttered at seven o'clock in the morning; and if it is, it will generally be repeated at a more reasonable hour for a larger and more wakeful audience.
'Tis always morning somewhere in the world.
The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven - thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
At first a small line of inconceivable splendour emerged on the horizon, which, quickly expanding, the sun appeared in all of his glory, unveiling the whole face of nature, vivifying every colour of the landscape, and sprinkling the dewy earth with glittering light.
For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation?
