Quotes about Morning
I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
— Lewis Carroll
We are silent at the beginning of the day because God should have the first word, and we are silent before going to sleep because the last word also belongs to God.
— Dietrich Bonhoeffer
My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the psalms.
— Dorothy Day
You can tell how popular a church is by who comes on Sunday morning. "You can tell how popular the pastor or evangelist is by who comes on Sunday night. "But you can tell how popular Jesus is by who comes to the prayer meeting.
— Jim Cymbala
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.1
— Anne Graham Lotz
I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
— Anonymous
All you need is love... and a good cup of coffee.
— Anonymous
It was huge to read the Proverbs of the day every morning, it was huge to read the Psalm of the day every morning and to get that in us and get us going before the day even started.
— Tim Tebow
Dear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
The first fresh hour of every morning should be dedicated to the Lord, whose mercy gladdens it with golden light.
— Charles Spurgeon
Except for some queasiness in the morning or tiredness in the afternoon, Mary may not have noticed any real signs of her pregnancy yet. Elizabeth's words to Mary, then, were a confirmation of God's promise and more powerful than any blood test.
— Liz Curtis Higgs
What was desire anyway, when examined in the clear light of day? Was it the way a woman searched for her clothes in the morning, or the manner in which a man might watch her sit before the mirror and comb her hair? Was it a pale November dawn, when ice formed on windowpanes and crows called from the bare black trees? Or was it the way a person might yield to the night, setting forth on a path so unexpected that daylight would never again be completely clear?
— Alice Hoffman