I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day,' said Mr Irwine. 'No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.'
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Every morning when I wake up, now, I regard it as having another borrowed day.
Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.
The moment I stopped spending so much time chasing the big pleasure of life. I began to enjoy the little ones, like watching the stars dancing in the moonlit sky or soaking in the sunbeams of a glorious summer morning.
Have you ever seen the dawn? Not a dawn groggy with lack of sleep or hectic with mindless obligations and you about to rush off on an early adventure or business, but full of deep silence and absolute clarity of perception? A dawning which you truly observe, degree by degree. It is the most amazing moment of birth. And more than anything it can spur you to action. Have a burning day.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
The light strengthened, the mornings came sooner.
The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!