Richard Brinsley Sheridan Quotes

I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.

In the full light of day, I don't want to think about the sunset.

I have not much love for the bright lights - unless it's the sun creeping up over the horizon.

This was not judgment day - only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?

Morning always comes.

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night... All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, “All intelligences awake with the morning.

It is not night when I do see your face.

I'll tell you how the Sun rose.

The brilliance of morning is in sharp contrast with the darkness of night" - Woman thou art loosed

Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level.

There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

No matter what kind of night you're having, morning always wins.

Early morning does not mince words.

Wakin' up to find another day. The moon got lost again last night, but now the sun has finally had its say.

At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre; And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.

The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn, Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and the flee Beyond his blue dwelling, As fawns flee the leopard.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

There is, I have heard, a little thing called sunrise, in which the sun reverses the process we all viewed the night before. You might assume such a thing as mythical as those beasts that guard the corners of the earth, but I have it on the finest authority, and have, indeed, from time to time, regarded it with my own eyes.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.

I never see the dawn that I don't say to myself perhaps.

You know I can’t go out there. There’s daylight outside. (Ravyn) Well, that’s what happens when the big yellow ball comes up over the mountains. Amazing isn’t it? (Susan)