Since love departs at dawn, create, O God, a night that has no morn.
Evening promises are like butter: morning comes, and it's all melted.
In the evening, I would tell my patients, sleep with the angels. In the morning, I would say to each as the French farmers still do, "Good morning to your and your companion" - meaning, of course, their angel.
I don't give a shit, Dad!" "Well I do! I absolutely give a shit! This will completely exhaust you." "It's my body. I can do what I like!" "So you don't care about your body now?" "No, I'm sick of it! I'm sick of doctors and needles and blood tests an...
I liked his attention. But I also felt like there was something sick and wrong about it. Like it might make me sick later. I thought of my grandmother, my father's mother. How when I used to visit her in Georgia she would always let me eat all the co...
Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming f...
I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.
A lot of vets like 'Good Morning Vietnam' - I get great letters from guys.
I can't stop being in parades. I just love dancing on floats that move really slowly on the city streets in the early morning.
[first lines] Malcolm Tucker: Good morning, my little chicks and cocks.
Arthur Jensen: Good morning, Mr. Beale. They tell me you're a madman.
Grandpa Joe: Good morning. Look at the sun.
I spent every night until four in the morning on my dissertation, until I came to the point when I could not write another word, not even the next letter. I went to bed. Eight o'clock the next morning I was up writing again.
I couldn't be luckier to wake up every morning and be so excited to get to work, even if it's five in the morning.
No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
At the root of the tree at the heart of the world, With a chain round his neck, the Wolf lies curled. His gleaming teeth and jaws are furled, And the sun shall rise in the morning. His chain, it is forged of the nerve of a bear, Of the voice of a fis...
Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning." "Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?" "I don't see why not. Everything can be. I...
You can’t keep messing me around like this. It’s been going on too long. I can’t take it anymore. I get sick every time you come around. Then I get sick when you leave. You’re like a disease to me.
I remember my first friend who got sick. It was 1981, and the disease was called the gay cancer. I don't think the word 'AIDS' came out until '84. I just remember it being terrifying as more people got sick. We didn't know how you could catch it, you...
Madame Blanc: We must get rid of that bitch of an American girl. Vanish! She must vanish! Make her disappear! Understand? Vanish, she must vanish. She must die! Die! Die! Helena, give me power. Sickness! Sickness! Away with her! Away with trouble. De...
Mrs. Teevee: [as the Wonkatania begins its journey through the tunnel] I think I'm going to be sick! [an image of a chicken getting its head chopped off flashes on the tunnel wall] Mrs. Teevee: Now I AM going to be sick!
