Dries Mertens Quotes

I had a very simple life growing up in the farm country outside of Perugia, and biscotti and warm milk with a tiny bit of coffee were a big part of my morning ritual before walking to school.

I made it a morning show. We have the coffee cup, we have the morning papers. It's got that feel to it, that's what I wanted.

I love Italy. This is the country that made me famous, and I would love to stay in Serie A.

Football in Italy is like a wonderful sickness, because people are infected with this love for the sport from childhood to old age.

I'm a morning person so I like to be up by 6 am to wash and pray before the sun rises, and then have a tea at the kitchen table.

Football in Italy is crazy and the people are very crazy, too, so I think we are used to it.

The first requisite for a good cup of coffee in the morning is to get your wife out of bed.

There is something to be said for waking up every morning and seeing the sun.

When I wake up in the morning, the first things that I see are the clouds. They're right there. I look out my window now and there's always, always a black bird of some sort on the ledge there. Usually I wake up and look at the birds.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it’s ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.

Coffee is the absolute most dependably ordinary thing I could have every single day.

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

When I finally decide that I'm ready to get out of bed, it could be the sunlight, it could be the fact that I'm awake, and, OK, first of all, I wake up in the morning because I have to go to the bathroom.

Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.

The entire day receives order and discipline when it acquires unity. This unity must be sought and found in morning prayer. The morning prayer determines the day.

Dad has brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning! I said, 'Vati, why are you waking me up in the middle of the night? Are you on fire?

I roll out of my couch every morning with the more agreeable expectations.

I hate mornings. They start so early.

This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the absence of Bob Edwards who was the sound of morning as surely as birds. Reading a paragraph or two of Emerson or Loren Eiseley to raise the level of my thinking. Going out to feed the cattle if it was during our six months of bad weather.

As long as each day comes with a nice fresh cup of Oakland Coffee then everything will be alright.

I woke up at five o'clock in the morning with the whole first paragraph in my head. Now, this just shows what a slothful person I am: I tried to go back to sleep.

In the morning I awoke early and experienced that sinking sensation that overcomes you when you first open your eyes and realize that instead of a normal day ahead of you, with its scatterings of simple gratifications, you are going to have a day without even the tiniest of pleasures; you are going to drive across Ohio.

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

If it wasn't for coffee, I'd have no discernible personality at all.

There's an old saying, 'Life begins at forty.' That's silly. Life begins every morning you wake up.