I went to Bath and Body Works this morning, because I really needed a shower. Hygiene is important to society, I have discovered.
I killed a flea this morning. I may have been a bit overzealous, because I accidentally killed the cat too.
One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table.
there have been mornings so quiet and tender like a poem, on Thursday's lips that I wondered if I'd been kissed at all...
The early morning is too strong to drink straight, so I need to mix in a little coffee to be able to hold it down.
I’m talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?” I picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.
Men do not die on mornings like this: whatever happens then happens in their name, like the lives of obscure saints, who exist only in folk memory.
Welcome a new opportunity gifted to you once again for Happiness, Inspiration, Passion & Courage to endure… The opportunity is known as, “Good Morning
[T]he period between four and six in the morning is called the , the Brahmic time, or divine period, and is a very sacred time to meditate. (140)
The morning came pouring down on my night, but luckily I was able to convert my erection into an umbrella.
I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.
My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.
Do I get up every morning and ask: am I doing the things that I believe in and am I doing them for the best possible motives? Yes. Unambiguously yes.
What I do is not some magical, mystical thing. I simply get up in the morning, get to work on time, say my lines, and do the best I can.
I grew up in Harlem. My grandmother was one of the best cooks around, but the first thing she did on Sunday mornings when she started cooking a daylong meal was to take a big block of lard from the back of the refrigerator and throw it into the pan. ...
A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.
A dirty and mean sense of humor first thing in the morning. I may learn to like you yet.
Every morning is a reason to begin living again… in case if you have had a good sleep. If not, then begin living again, anyway, and take care of yourself!
The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.
