#morning

I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University, carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way. ↗

— Sydney Brenner

#evening #every #followed #home #i

I love to read. I love to stretch. In the morning, I get up, and if I'm not in a hurry, I will lie on the floor on a rug, look through some books and magazines, and maybe listen to music and try to do stretching exercises to tune up. ↗

— Jackson Browne

#exercises #floor #get #hurry #i

Freedom itself was attacked this morning by a faceless coward, and freedom will be defended. ↗

— George W. Bush

#coward #defended #faceless #freedom #itself

Lucifer looked over her shoulder. “What?” Dahlia cleared her throat. “You stupid bitch, I hate you and love you. Do not wear anything Patience gave you, it’s all ugly. I am going to write on every single blank page. Ha-ha! Love, the Faithful slut.” Lucifer scowled. “That person was mean to you.” Dahlia grinned. “No way, Faith was funny. I was the bitch, she was the slut, and Patience was the crack whore. ↗

— Darcy Town

#morningstar #faith

I don't wake up each morning saying, 'Oh, wow, it's me. I think I'm the cat's meow. I'm the best.' ↗

— Jeb Bush

#cat #each #i #i think #me

I started writing morning pages just to keep my hand in, you know, just because I was a writer and I didn't know what else to do but write. And then one day as I was writing, a character came sort of strolling in and I realized, Oh my God, I don't have to be just a screenwriter. I can write novels. ↗

— Julia Cameron

#came #character #day #else #god

A Sad Child You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was that was done to you the day of the lawn party when you came inside flushed with the sun, your mouth sulky with sugar, in your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear, and said to yourself in the bathroom, I am not the favourite child My darling, when it comes right down to it and the light fails and the fog rolls in and you're trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside your head or else the floor, or else the pillow, none of us is; or else we all are. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#atwood #burned #child #house #margaret

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die. ↗

— Lee Trevino

#deep #deep down #die #down #every

Like a gift, beautifully wrapped at the foot of your bed each morning, today asks that you open it and enjoy everything inside. Exhaust yourself with all it has to offer! ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dreams #gift #goals #life #morning

A horrible night might be hidden in a beautiful morning! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty