Ellen Goodman Quotes

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

Sunsets are great. Sunrises are a mixed bag. You either got up way too early or went to bed way too late.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

You won't see me in a better mood than 4:00 in the morning on my way to work.

We usually never got out of there before four or five o'clock in the morning. Every morning. So it was rough.

I've always been a night owl.

If I'm up at 4 in the morning, it's because I'm just coming in.

No one wants to get up at 5 A.M.

The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.

Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have no time in the day to themselves.

I'm up at the crack of dawn.

I hate mornings.

If it's the morning, and I had a late night, the worst thing in the world is a bright light.

I've been playing Sunrise for years. I love it there. It's so loosey-goosey. I was up at the Kravis Center and it was, like, 'Oh my God!' All the minkdraggers, you know?

It's always hard to sleep after a night game.

There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.

When you walk up five flights of stairs at four in the morning, there's definitely a hooker involved.

Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

The early morning has gold in its mouth.

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

The shadows in the early morning don't tell much. The shadows rest at that time. So it's useless to gaze very early in the day. Around six in the morning the shadows wake up, and they are best around five in the afternoon. Then they are fully awake.

There is no solemnity so deep, to a right-thinking creature, as that of dawn.

Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold.

...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red.