Lauren Oliver Quotes

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

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

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)

The sun looks different from when it rises to when it sets.

Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.

Too soon, the sun will rise.

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes

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

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!

The March sunne raises but dissolves not.

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.

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.

Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.

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

Cast me gently into the morning for the night has been unkind.

Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.

...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.