Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. ~ The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Morning made a considerable difference in my general prospect of Life, and brightened it so much that it scarcely seemed the same. ~ Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
“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.” ~ Adam Bede by George Eliot
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. ~ Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
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. ~ She by H. Rider Haggard
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be. ~ Dracula by Bram Stoker
I’m thinking about 9/11 and all the lives that were lost or changed forever on that day.
The lamp was burning dim and the first cold light of dawn was breaking through the window. The night had been long and dark but the day was the sweeter and the purer in consequence. ~ The Curse of Eve by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle