"Morning without you is a dwindled dawn."
— Emily Dickinson

"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)

"I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky."
— Shannon Hale (Book of a Thousand Days)

"An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day."
— Henry David Thoreau

"The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy."
— Sarah Addison Allen (Garden Spells)

"Men all do about the same thing when they wake up."
— John Steinbeck (Cannery Row)

"Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of milk in the fridge. "
— Reif Larsen (The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet)

"In the morning I get out of bed, I brush

my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best.

I want to be good to myself."
— Matthew Dickman

"Be willing to be a beginner every single morning."
— Meister Eckhart

"One morning as I closed the cyclone-fence gate / to begin a slow drift / down to the cookhouse on foot / (because my truck wheels were glued / in deep mud once again), / I walked straight into / the waiting non-arms of a snake, / its tan beaded-bag skin / studded with black diamonds.

Up it coiled to speak to me a eye level. / Imagine! that sleek finger / rising out of the land's palm / and coiling faster than a Hindu rope. / The thrill of a bull snake / startled in the morning / when the mesas lie pooled / in a custard of light / kept me bright than ball lightning all day.

Praise leapt first to mind / before flight or danger, / praise that knows no half-truth, and pardons all."
— Diane Ackerman (I Praise My Destroyer: Poems)

"Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes."
— Charles Dickens

"“Good morning.” I sputtered.
He didn’t answer, just pushed himself onto his elbows and stood up.
My greeting was a loud growl from his stomach. At first, he looked down at his stomach, then his face went bright red, and he sat down on the bed neatly, and pretended nothing had ever disturbed the silence.
“Are you hungry?” I asked mockingly.
“I could eat an elephant.” He stated plainly.
“It would be disgusting.”
“Food, though.” "
— Alysha Speer (Sharden)

"There is nowhere morning does not go."
— Leah Hager Cohen (Glass, Paper, Beans: Revelations on the Nature and Value of Ordinary Things)

"In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog."
— Leslie Connor (Waiting for Normal)

"I Can't Think Properly At Night! I Reserve All My Philisophical Thoughts For When I Can Put Them To Good Use. AFTER My Morning Coffee"
— hjdehd