Peaceful Morning Quotes

It's the best feeling when you wake up and it's warm and cozy, and you don't have to go to work.

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

I love the idea of getting up early on Sundays and walking to the market to pick up fresh fruits and vegetables. It's a good way to start my day, and it makes me feel like I've accomplished something before other people are even awake.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no wind, and everything was quiet around us - all we could hear were birds chirping in the woods. The war seemed like something in a faraway land that had nothing to do with us. We sang songs as we hiked up the hill, sometimes imitating the birds we heard. Except for the fact that the war was still going on, it was a perfect morning.

Often I sit in the lawn and have my morning cuppa amidst the twittering of rare birds.

I just like to take my time, have a cup of tea and read the paper. I don't like starting the day in a panic.

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven't a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.

I woke to find every window open I woke to find the heavy door ajar And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop And gazed once more on a bright morning star I walked outside and every bird was singing As I found again my bright morning star

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

I have a beautiful family, and I wake up to bliss every day.

When I get up early, I appreciate the quiet time to enjoy a coffee or water my plants.

Growing up in Canada, I used to love a walk in the early morning, when the streets are quiet and the sun was shining. Walking in the morning is still very refreshing... and if I can, I will walk to my first meeting or appointment.

I love that quiet time when nobody's up and the animals are all happy to see me.

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening.

My day typically starts with an early-morning walk through Central Park. It's a nice moment of calm before my routine starts.

If the library in the morning suggests an echo of the severe and reasonable wishful order of the world, the library at night seems to rejoice in the world's essential, joyful muddle.

The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.

Geneva has the sleepy tidiness of a man who combs his hair while yet in his pyjamas.

I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise til noon, rapt in a revery.

Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good -- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music.

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.