Morning without prayer
is a dwindled dawn
A new reason to think anew
A new reason to think anew

"Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have." ― Lemony Snicket, The Blank Book

"Be willing to be a beginner every single morning." ― Meister Eckhart
"Morning will come, it has no choice." ― Marty Rubin
"I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality." ― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

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sounds plausible enough tonight,but wait until tomorrow

"Morning will come, it has no choice." ― Marty Rubin

"How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!" ― Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

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"The quality it had now, in fresh untempered sunlight, was neither faerie nor austere; the changing shadows of dusk and midnight had vanished with the darkness and the rain, and walls and roof and towers were bathed in the radiance that comes only in the first hours of the day, soft, new-washed, the delicate aftermath of dawn. The people who slept within must surely bear some imprint of this radiance in themselves, must turn instinctively to the light seeping through the shutters, while the ghostly dreams and sorrows of the night slipped away, finding sanctuary in the unwakened forest trees the sun had not yet touched." ― Daphne du Maurier, The Scapegoat
"The world goes warped and strange in the hours before dawn, as the birds, with their voices, remind you how they spend their days loitering above, unseen." ― Brittany Cavallaro, A Question of Holmes
"I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality." ― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces
"Now it is night again, and I am waiting for the dawn of tomorrow. But it will not be the same. The sun will rise, but it will rise on a different world, a world into which a greater light has come. And in the revelation of tomorrow's dawn I will be embraced by God. It will burst upon me, but this time it will not be a portent of the future but confirmation of today's radiance. I will be gripped by the brightness of the morning sun and my years will slip away." ― Stephen Cottrell, Walking Backwards to Christmas
A new reason to think anew A new reason to think anew
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world.

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And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and space, keeping a part of that light that we've came with and spreading it in this dark world that we've chosen to live in, in order to shine some light and love around

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Maybe we've chosen to believe one truth today, and find it to be false tomorrow. Maybe we're trying to not get attached to the idea that we now know it all. At night, we see the truth of where we've fallen from, gazing in that night sky full of distant stars, constellations, planets, the reflection of the sun on the moon, all with their own stories to tell. Sometimes we wonder why would we leave such a mysterious place, with an infinite amount of stories and wonders. Maybe it's because as stars we could've only seen each other's light from afar, but here we can listen more carefully to each other's story, embrace each other and kiss, discover more and more of what can be seen when infinite star dust potential is put into one body and given freedom to walk the Earth and wander, love and enjoy every moment until coming back. Maybe in the morning, we'll only see one star shining up there and forget the others. Maybe that is also how life and death is, and the beauty of the sunrise and sunset that come in between, our childhood years and old years, when we reflect on the stars that we once were and that we will once again be. Maybe, just maybe." ― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess.... Gasps... The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe... A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need...forbidden sweet... Beneath the warmth of a dancing rainbow summer sunset, slowly tuning into the magic night with the stars flooding the sapphire skies...the sacred emerald island wildlife listens to our song, played with loving fingertips, reflected in diving deep into each other's ocean eyes..." ― Oksana Rus

"The world was different in the morning. Quiet, unassuming, and somehow bigger, as if it was brimming with possibility. It was, she thought, as if during the day the world went through a shrinking process, gradually condensing the morning's expansion, only to inflate again during the night" ― H.J. Gerald, Blame It on My Youth: Stories by students on the art of being young


"We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves." ― Leonora Carrington

"À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)" ― Arthur Rimbaud, Season in Hell Other Poems

"And when the dawn comes creeping in, Cautiously I shall raise Myself to watch the daylight win." ― D.H. Lawrence, The Complete Poems

image"The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness" ― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

"There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense." ― Robin Hobb, Assassin's Quest

"Of the things we fashioned for them that they might be comforted, dawn is the one that works." ― John Banville, The Infinities

"When tomorrow broke, our hillside home filled up with honeyed light, a fish tank." ― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

"The way you live your day is a sentence in the story of your life. Each day you make the choice whether the sentence ends with a period, question mark, or exclamation point." ― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be." ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

"It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright."

"People talk about nightfall, or night falling, or dusk falling, and it's never seemed right to me. Perhaps they once meant befalling. As in night befalls. As in night happens. Perhaps they, whoever they were, thought of a falling sun. That might be it, except that that ought to give us dayfall. Day fell on Rupert the Bear. And we know, if we've ever read a book, that day doesn't fall or rise. It breaks. In books, day breaks, and night falls.

In life, night rises from the ground. The day hangs on for as long as it can, bright and eager, absolutely and positively the last guest to leave the party, while the ground darkens, oozing night around your ankles, swallowing for ever that dropped contact lens, making you miss that low catch in the gully on the last ball of the last over." ― Hugh Laurie, The Gun Seller

The world goes warped and strange in the hours before dawn, as the birds, with their voices, remind you how they spend their days loitering above, unseen." ― Brittany Cavallaro, A Question of Holmes

"Yes! The rosy fingers of dawn had finally slipped through the fog and gently pulled it apart, separating the tendrils, weakening it. Wendy watched in fascination. She almost never saw the sunrise except in winter and that was through her window, under the gray sprawl of London Town. Nothing like this. As the sea lightened and the sky began to clear, the two elements resolved themselves into colors unlike anything she was used to: brilliant emerald and deep aquamarine, pellucid azure and shining lapis. It was so storybook perfect she wouldn't have been surprised at all if the sun came out with a great smiley face drawn on it." ― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

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"At the end of the day…we are anchoring into the peaceful lagoon, smiling at the majestic sun and its flirting rays, slowly slipping into the glittering ballroom of immense night skies, sipping on the platinum moon liquor under the blues of rippling waves kissing my golden foot hanging over the board of gently rocking boat, and diving into the bed of galaxies whispering magical stories of their eternal lives connecting souls…till the dawn…" ― Oksana Rus

"The block of sky in our twin high windows became a nectarine, amber and rose pink, and we lay in silence as white sunlight broke." ― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

"With the very first rays of light it came alive in me: hope. As things emerged in outline and filled with colour, hope increased until it was like a song in my heart. Oh, what it was to bask in it!" ― Yann Martel, Life of Pi.

"Hold me, O Night, with motherly affection, While the wan earth wakes with a misty yawn. By my blood will be born the dawn and from my fleeting dream—the undying sun!" ― Gabriele D'Annunzio

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"The east says it's dawn My mouth speaks a yawn My bed clings to me and begs me to stay I hear a work song Say winter is long I peel myself up and then make away" ― Shannon Hale, Princess Academy

"The awfulness of sudden death and the glory of heaven stunned me! The thing that had been mystery at twilight, lay clear, pure, open in the rosy hue of dawn. Out of the gates of the morning poured a light which glorified the palaces and pyramids, purged and purified the afternoon's inscrutable clefts, swept away the shadows of the mesas, and bathed that broad, deep world of mighty mountains, stately spars of rock, sculptured cathedrals and alabaster terraces in an artist's dream of color. A pearl from heaven had burst, flinging its heart of fire into this chasm. A stream of opal flowed out of the sun, to touch each peak, mesa, dome, parapet, temple and tower, cliff and cleft into the new-born life of another day. I sat there for a long time and knew that every second the scene changed, yet I could not tell how. I knew I sat high over a hole of broken, splintered, barren mountains; I knew I could see a hundred miles of the length of it, and eighteen miles of the width of it, and a mile of the depth of it, and the shafts and rays of rose light on a million glancing, many-hued surfaces at once; but that knowledge was no help to me. I repeated a lot of meaningless superlatives to myself, and I found words inadequate and superfluous. The spectacle was too elusive and too great. It was life and death, heaven and hell." ― Zane Grey, The Last of the Plainsmen

"Hail the sun! the brightest of all that ever Dawned on the City of Seven Gates, City of Thebes! Hail the golden dawn over Dirce's river Rising to speed the flight of the white invaders Homeward in full retreat!" - Chorus" ― Sophocles, Antigone

"As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm." ― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder: On Wisdom and Virtues

Speaking up assertively is a better choice than staying dumb. Believe me: "Self-expression is a dominate necessity of human nature!" State your case with honesty, brevity, and confidence. Your voice is inspiring and uplifting to others whose lips are zipped. Display your sincere leadership skills with faith and be proud!" ― Professor, Ambassador, Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master)!

"Listening skill is a great quality for humanity to possess. Learn to be the last to speak after everyone has their chance. Value your time and effectiveness—not busyness and nosiness. Get enough sleep the night before leading up to the event. Strengthen your position and make it a point to ask the question "Why?!" ― Professor, Ambassador, Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master)!

"She wove golden rays of sunshine, Into a long and flowing dress, That left the scent on everything she touched, Of nature's sweet caress, Everywhere the girl did go, The flowers would all bloom, And she could chase the lonely feeling, Out of every room, She could drive out all your sadness, And cause a frozen heart to thaw, She's paint the sky pink every morning, But nobody ever saw, No one thought to thank her, For the warmth upon their skin, Or for chasing all their demons, From where the night-time's breath had been, So she thought she wasn't needed, She could leave and they'd not care, But they'd taken her for granted, Since her light was always there, Because you never thank the ground, Until you know how it feels to fall, Or just how much you need the sun, Until it doesn't rise at all." ― E.H

"The streak of sunshine journeying through the prisoner's cell; it may be considered as something sent from Heaven to keep the soul alive and glad within him. And there is something equivalent to this sunbeam in the darkest circumstances; as flowers, which figuratively grew in Paradise, in the dusky room of a poor maiden in a great city; the child, with its sunny smile, is a cherub. God does not let us live any where or any how on earth, without placing something of Heaven close at hand, by rightly using and considering which, the earthly darkness or trouble will vanish, and all be Heaven." ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks

"My dream, I have faith in you! Tell me that reality won't vanquish you; it won't crush my lively spirit into wafts of sorrowful aches, that's what you should vow. I remember you, you used to make me smile for a hope I have always desired, it made my pain worth its dreadfulness. I waited for the sunshine and it made me love and enjoy the rain. We were trapped by dense clouds, now I think I am free.. to breathe again. Like the sea waves, hope visits my shore carrying the light for the frozen heart and the darkened soul." ― Noha Alaa El-Din, Norina Luciano