Lawton M. Chiles Jr. Quotes

I used to get up at five in the morning and play cricket.

I wake up as soon as it gets light.

It's always morning for me until 4 in the afternoon.

I start early in the morning. I'm usually out in the woods with the dog as soon as it gets light; then I drink a whole lot of tea and start as early as I can, and I go as long as I can.

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.

He whom loves touches not walks in darkness.

I'm a light eater. As soon as it's light, I start to eat.

You try to walk in the light.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

The objective is not so much to walk your dog, as it is to empty him.

There is nothing in the animal world, to my mind, more delightful than grown cats at play. They are so swift and light and graceful, so subtle and designing, and yet so richly comic.

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.

The boy who walks in the light.

Study the behavior of animals and you will understand human psychology and sociology. Study a flower excited under sunlight, and you will understand how all living things respond to light. The Almighty has provided everything in nature. Observe nature and you will grow. The cures of all illnesses are found in nature in the shapes of the body parts they were created to cure.

Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed.

Behind the veil of each night, there is a smilling dawn.

There's a mouse in here with me. He's sitting there in the light of the lamp, looking up at me. He seems as surprised to see me as I am to see him. There he goes. I can hear him still, scurrying about somewhere under the hayrick. I think he's gone now. I hope he comes back. I miss him already.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

Pigeons: They've got wings, but they walk a lot.

When we are walking our chosen path, we walk elegantly, emanating light.

Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls. And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

It's a little-appreciated fact that most of the animals in our ocean make light.

The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the sun! anew each day; and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul."

Romantic comedies are built to be light. They're built for a certain buoyancy.