mornings

Beware of desp'rate steps the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have pass'd away.

Spill not the morning (the quintessence of the day!) in recreations for sleep is a recreation. Add not therefore sauce to sauce. ... Pastime like wine is poison in the morning. It is then good husbandry to sow the head which hath lain fallow all night with some serious work.

Clay lies still but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

With each sunrise we start anew.

Each day is a little life every waking and rising a little birth every fresh morning a little youth every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Here hath been dawning another blue day: think wilt thou let it slip useless away?

I think in terms of the day's resolutions not the year's.

I get up and I bless the light thin clouds and the first twittering of birds and the breathing air and smiling face of the hills.

Each day is a new life. Seize it. Live it.

This is the beginning of a new day. God has given me this day to use as I will. I can waste it or use it for good but what I do today is important because I am exchanging a day of my life for it! When tomorrow comes this day will be gone forever leaving in its place something that I have traded for it. I want it to be gain and not loss good and not evil success and not failure in order that I shall not regret the price I have paid for it.

Your morning thoughts may determine your conduct for the day. Optimistic thoughts will make your day bright and productive while pessimistic thinking will make it dull and wasteful. Face each day cheerfully smilingly and courageously and it will naturally follow that your work will be a real pleasure and progress will be a delightful accomplishment.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

Let us then be up and doing with a heart for any fate.

Always begin anew with the day just as nature does. It is one of the sensible things that nature does.

I'm a most lucky and thankful woman. Lucky and thankful for each morning I wake up. For three wonderful daughters and one son. For an understanding and very loving husband with whom I've shared fifty-two blessed years all in good health.

Out of the scabbard of the night By God's hand drawn Flashes his shining sword of light And lo the dawn!

He'd jolt up in bed every morning sit quietly for a moment and you could feel those wheels spinning in his mind as he planned his day. Then he'd hit the floor almost on the run.