#dawn

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#come #dawn #death #lamp #light

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm. ↗

— Edwin Way Teale

#beauty #dawn #disturbed #finest #mind

Rush Limbaugh is good for the party. Drive it all the way down, take it down as low as it can go, make complete fools of themselves, because it's always darkest before the dawn, and then maybe a moderate can come in and rescue them. ↗

— Evan Thomas

#because #before #come #complete #darkest

I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there's some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#all day #anything #being #dawn #day

Now you know. No one’s ever loved anyone as much as I love you. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

My love is made out of three things: the dawn, the sunrise, and redundancy. I poured you two glasses, which can easily and efficiently be drunk out of one cup. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#efficiency #efficient #humor #love #redundancy

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dressing #innovation #introspection #melancholy #philosophical

Last year, when he had been staying with the Pevensies, he had managed to hear them all talking of Narnia and he loved teasing them about it. He thought of course that they were making it all up; and as he was far too stupid to make anything up himself, he did not approve of that. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#voyage-of-the-dawn-treader #love

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#comes #curtains #dawn #grass #hidden

Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed in vain hope and desire... If you awake from troubled sleep at such a time, you can only sit by the window and think of those that have been lost to you, those that followed your parents into those cold and heartless regions below the grass, silent and dark. Eventually, morning comes and the world resumes its solidity, but another tiny thread of ice has been stitched into your heart forever. ↗

— K.W. Jeter

#death #false-dawns #grass #gray-light #heart