The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
Whoever has tasted the breath of morning knows that the most invigorating and most delightful hours of then day are commonly spent in bed; though it is the evident intention of nature that we should enjoy and profit by them.
When I wake up in the morning, I need the writing to go to. I begin there. And that's not an accident, I mean, that habit of getting up in the morning and going to my writing first thing.
If I want to get work done, that's usually about 3 in the morning.
When I am working on a book or a story, I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you, and it is cool or cold, and you come to your work and warm as you write.
I'm sure partial to the evening,' Augustus said. 'The evening and the morning. If we just didn't have to have the rest of the dern day I'd be a lot happier.
I may have been born yesterday, but I stayed up all night.
It's 4:30 in the morning, it's always 4:30 in the morning.
Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.
I love the morning time. There's something about having the day in front of you.
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
Things are always better in the morning.
I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
Morning is when I do all my best work.
Why do they collect garbarge at 5am? Why? It's garbage. It's not going to go bad again.
I start the day with either Radio 3 or Radio 4. I don't watch any daytime television at all.
Morning ... 'tis Nature's gayest hour!
OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE, WHAT IS 4:30 A.M. FOR?
It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
...morning is the soul's night.
For a long time I would go to bed early. [Fr., Longtemps, je me suis couche de bonne heure.]
The early morning has gold in its mouth.
Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
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
