There is a reason why morning follows night, hjälte. After times of great darkness, we must take time to mourn all we have lost and all who were lost, even as hope rises with the sun.
Grandpa liked to drink his coffee outside. On calm mornings, the sea was so shiny it looked as if it had just been painted.
From the east to the west sped the angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light with both their hands.
If you’ve slept soundly at night the morning is exhilarating, I suppose.
There should be a rule against people trying to be funny before the sun comes up.
The next morning, promptly at eleven, a very cheerful fox turned up. He was feeling not a particle of pain.
Every morning you have two choices; radiate positive energy or radiate opposite to that. Choice is yours.
When at last she felt perfectly satisfied with them, she said one morning: ‘Come along, children. Follow me.’
A dirty and mean sense of humor first thing in the morning. I may learn to like you yet.
How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: *was* I the same when I got up this morning?
There is nowhere morning does not go.
So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon is shining on your face and I know it will be morning soon. Everybody needs a safe place.