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Dawn is a friend of the muses. ~Latin proverb
I can see the orange haze on the horizon as the morning exhales a yawn, and seems to be ready to rise. ~Jeb Dickerson, @JebDickerson
You can only come to the morning through the shadows. ~J.R.R. Tolkien
Dawn-giddy birds chirp as if every morning is a special occasion. Wise, wise birds. ~Terri Guillemets
...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Morning isn't just the sun coming up anew over the horizon — you are, too. ~Terri Guillemets
I have risen early today. Far in the distance, a faint glow paints the horizon. Dawn is coming, gently and full of prayer. I step quietly from my bed, alive to the silences around me. This is the quiet time, the time of innocence and soft thoughts, the childhood of the day. ~Kent Nerburn, "The Gift of the Dawn," Small Graces: The Quiet Gifts of Everyday Life, 1998
Venture out at dawn, when the world is bathed in golden-ruby light and is quiet and forgiving. ~Dr. SunWolf, 2014 May 4th tweet, professorsunwolf.com
’Tis sweet as the day begins to dawn,
When the lark her song is singing,
To wander at will through the grassy lawn
Where fresh flowers around are springing.
’Tis sweet at that solemn hour to go
O’er the rocky slope, all alone,
Where the scattering streamlets freely flow...
’Tis well to inhale the earthly gale,
As it sweeps the green hill’s side...
Or to look on the wood in its leafy pride,
In the glen or on the grove, the dawn is fair,—
Morning is beautiful every where!
~Thomas Furlong, "Morning Meditations"
There would be a lot more optimists if it weren’t for the rise-and-shine requirement. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
I hold pollen of dawn
In my hand,
With it I sow the night;
Over the mountain
Spring the first pale blades
Of the new day.
~Eda Lou Walton (1894–1961), "The Sower," c.1919
I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet. ~Joanne Sherman
When the dark shades of night had passed away,
And morning robed the earth in colors bright,
Close to a rose's fragrant heart there lay,
A dew-drop glittering in the early light.
~Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "On the Death of a Child"
Never work before breakfast; if you have to work before breakfast, eat your breakfast first. ~Josh Billings
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night’s gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf...
~Susan Coolidge, "The Morning Comes Before The Sun"
When once thy day shall burst to flower,
When once the sun shall climb the sky,
And busy hour by busy hour,
The urgent noontide draws anigh...
~Susan Coolidge, "The Morning Comes Before The Sun"
Just before dawn I have the world all to myself. ~Terri Guillemets
...this pause of rest,
This morning hush before the sun.
~Susan Coolidge, "The Morning Comes Before The Sun"
To-morrow I have a recitation at half-past six, A.M. John and myself have adopted four o'clock as our hour for rising, and the alarm clock has been let into the secret, and performs his part admirably. ~James Stokes Dickerson, letter to brother, 1842 October 13th
Four o'clock in the morning is the magical hour of the day.... Nothing is easier than to get up at four o'clock—the night before; but when morning comes, the point of view is changed, and all the arguments that arise in the mind are on the other side; sleep is the one thing desirable.... The secret is—a present interest. ~Olive Thorne Miller, "At Four O'clock in the Morning," A Bird-Lover in the West, 1894 [For example, a four o'clock party she inadvertently attracted by leaving shelled corn outside her window, being awakened by loud and excited blackbirds, blue jays, and doves.
I suppose that we have all had moments of sudden illumination when it occurred to us that we had explained the Universe, and it was so easy for us that we wondered why we had not done it before.... In the light of our great thought chaos seemed rational. Such thoughts usually occur about four o'clock in the morning. Having explained the Universe, we relapse into satisfied slumber. When, a few hours later, we rise, we wonder what the explanation was. ~Samuel McChord Crothers, "Every Man's Natural Desire To Be Somebody Else," The Atlantic Monthly, November 1917
I tuck my dreams into the morning
for safekeeping 'til tonight
and tell myself a daybreak story
to shine my rising spirit bright
~Terri Guillemets, "A good day awaits," 2009
The eastern sky's rhododactylic as all getout, and the avian population of Waldeck is calling for a pretty day! ~David J. Beard (1947–2016), tweet, 2009 March 16th
You don't have to be an optimist to know that many a bright day hides in a morning mist. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Trailing night's sand-sifted stars,
Rainbows sweep, as day unbars,
Fragrant essences of morn
Bathe humanity — new-born!
~Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson (1880–1966), "Dawn," The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems, 1918
What a benediction is this fragrance of the early morning! The vernal grass fills the whole atmosphere as with a shower of sweetness. ~Sarah Smiley
And this prime hour of fragrance is the hour so many miss upon beds of sloth, never half knowing what a beautiful, marvellous world is around them. Not all the long hours of day can possibly bring back again the charm and blessedness of this, either to the body or to the soul. ~Sarah Smiley
It is in the early morning hour that the unseen is seen, and that the far-off beauty and glory, vanquishing all their vagueness, move down upon us till they stand clear as crystal close over against the soul. ~Sarah Smiley
Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning. ~Terri Guillemets
The plans that I made when horizontal are working out now that I’m vertical. ~Betsy Cañas Garmon, betsygarmon.com (2009 tweet, @wildthyme)
Giant shafts of trees, such shafts as one sees only in the stupendous forest of the far West, shot straight into the sky. We were up before the dawn. So titanic was the forest. The trails led us up and up, under spruce boughs becoming fragrant, over needle-strewn floors still heavy with darkness, disclosing glimpses now and then of gray light showing eastward between the boles. Suddenly the forest stopped, and we found ourselves on the crest of a great ridge, floating on a sea of darkness. Scarcely had we spoken in the miles of our ascent, and now words would be sacrilege. The gray light grew into white. Wrinkles and features grew into the mountain. Gradually a ruddy light appeared in the east. Then a flash of red shot out of the horizon, struck on a point of the summit, and caught from crag to crag and snow to snow until the great mass was streaked and splashed with fire. Slowly the darkness settled away from its base; a tree emerged; a bird chirped; and the morning was born! Far hills rose first through rolling billows of mist. Then came wide forests of spruce. As the panorama rose, the mountain changed from red to gold. Then the forest rang with calls of birds and a hundred joyous noises, and the creation was complete! ~Liberty Hyde Bailey, "The Realm of the Commonplace," The Outlook to Nature, 1905 [Sunrise on Mt. Shasta. A little altered.
Each morning begins with the triumph and celebration of waking to a new day and the blessing of being able to get out of bed. What better way to start the day than with a success like that? ~Terri Guillemets
Dawn came glassy-orange, stained from below by a gelatinous band of pale green. ~Annie Proulx, "Brokeback Mountain," 1997
Luxury is an ancient notion. There was once a Chinese mandarin who had himself wakened three times every morning simply for the pleasure of being told it was not yet time to get up. ~Argosy
Every dawn relights my soul. ~Terri Guillemets
The town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and sparkling sunbeams dancing on chamber windows, and twinkling through blind and curtain before sleepers’ eyes, shed light even into dreams, and chased away the shadows of the night. ~Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop
Dawn drowns the stars while still the city sleeps...~Edgar Fawcett, "At a Window," Songs of Doubt and Dream, 1891
Morning breaks the mystery of night
with her delicately blazing pastel light.
Stuart was an early riser: he was almost always the first person up in the morning. He liked the feeling of being the first one stirring; he enjoyed the quiet rooms with the books standing still on the shelves, the pale light coming in through the windows, and the fresh smell of day. ~E.B. White, Stuart Little, 1945
A morning walk gives the body a chance to forgive the trials and tribulations of yesterday, to shed its rubbish and mental clutter at the start of a fresh new day. ~Terri Guillemets
How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of the flowers—that deep sigh with which they seem to waken from sleep; the first dew, untouched even by the light foot of the early hare; the first chirping of the rousing birds, as if eager to begin song and flight; all is redolent of the strength given by rest, and the joy of conscious life. ~Letitia Elizabeth Landon, "Rebecca," The Book of Beauty: Comprising a Collection of Tales, Poems, &c., 1833
Dawn is the glow of opportunity, the light of a fresh start, the aurora of hope breaking open a new day. ~Terri Guillemets, "Every dawn," 2005
By dint of looking towards the window in the room filled with night, he saw the dawn the other side of the pane. It lighted up all of a sudden. It was pink, which meant it would be fine. ~Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939
One key to success is to have lunch at the time of day most people have breakfast. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment. -Thích Nhất Hạnh
The Dawn is a wild, fair woman,
With sunrise in her hair;
Look where she stands, with pleading hands,
To lure me there.
~Robert Loveman, c.1901
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. ~Rumi
Dawn is opportunity opening the door. ~Terri Guillemets
I wake to sunlight's morning caress and beautiful golden shine. ~Terri Guillemets
Not the day only, but all things have their morning. ~French Proverb
He would certainly have started earlier, but he wanted to avoid the moon, whom he could no more marry to the sun than he could their respective children to each other,—namely, night-thoughts and morning-thoughts. For when the morning-clouds envelop man in their dew, when the loving birds dart noisily through the gleaming mist, when the sun looms forth out of the hazy glow, then does man, quickened in spirit, press his foot more deeply into the earth, and cling with new ivy-twigs of life more firmly to his planet. ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography, translated from German by Charles T. Brooks, 1865
I am grateful for the silence of winter mornings, for the beauty and wonder of the glint of sunlight in frost melting to dew, for the early-riser's peaceful solitude that sets a mood of thankfulness, hope, and calm for the dawning day. ~Terri Guillemets
"Life is too short," she panicked, "I want more." He nodded slowly, "Wake up earlier." ~Dr. SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
The honey’d dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant morning...
~William Blake (1757-1827), "To Morning"
The day shall not be up so soon as I,
To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.
Every morning is a beautiful morning. ~Terri Guillemets
Find peace in the morning rush and you will have a good day. ~Mike Dolan, @HawaiianLife
swirls of light
as morning blazed alive
the darkness left
~Terri Guillemets, "Dawn swirls to life," 2019, blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014, pages 220–221
The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson
If I wake after it's already light out, I feel that the world has started without me — I slept right past the solitude. ~Terri Guillemets, "Early riser," 2007
...those dulcet sounds at break of day... ~George Granville, 1701, via Shakespeare
I pull myself out from dreams and the night
through dawn's glowing entrance to morning.
~Terri Guillemets, "Out of bed and into morning," 2010
Experience has decided that the early morning air is much more inspiring and vigorous than the evening. What is the law? Is not the atmosphere, like all other substances and tissues, spoiled of its energy by the action of light and heat? Does it not, like the vegetable and animal kingdom, require rest? After a night’s rest it is recruited and young again. ~John Pulsford, Quiet Hours, 1859
I’ll tell you how the Sun rose –
A Ribbon at a time....
~Emily Dickinson, c.1860
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. ~Henry David Thoreau
Dawn: When men of reason go to bed. ~Ambrose Bierce
O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn;
And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.
~William Blake (1757-1827), "Songs of Experience: Introduction"
I like my coffee black and my mornings bright. ~Terri Guillemets
No human being believes that any other human being has a right to be in bed when he himself is up. ~Robert Lynd
The eye of the poet still loves to view
The earth in the light of morn;
When each object comes in its happiest hue,
When all looks pure, and unstain’d, and new...
Ere the air’s first freshness is worn away...
Ere the sultry sun, in the glare of his pride
Hath dash’d all the dewy drops aside...
Ere man moves forth with his thoughts of care,
With his wearied step, and his selfish air,
And his ominous looks to cloud the scene,
Where brightness and beauty alone have been.
~Thomas Furlong, "Morning Meditations"
Early morning cheerfulness can be extremely obnoxious. ~William Feather
I love the sweet aroma of dawn—
our daily opportunity
to smell untouched time,
to breathe in fresh hope...
each morning being, a new beginning.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience — unless they are still up. ~Ellen Goodman
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings. ~Terri Guillemets
I don’t think jogging is healthy, especially morning jogging. If morning joggers knew how tempting they looked to morning motorists, they would stay home and do sit-ups. ~Rita Rudner
I try to start every morning with a mug of cheer and an over-easy attitude. ~Terri Guillemets