Donna > Donna's Quotes

“To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

“The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.”
― John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

“The desert, when the sun comes up...I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.”
― Tom Hanks

“There is nowhere morning does not go.”
― Leah Hager Cohen, Glass, Paper, Beans: Revelations on the Nature and Value of Ordinary Things

“Dracula is a morning person compared to me.”
― Kim Dallmeier

“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

“There should be a rule against people trying to be funny before the sun comes up.”
― Kristen Chandler, Girls Don't Fly

“The early morning is too strong to drink straight, so I need to mix in a little coffee to be able to hold it down.”
― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title

“It’s just a dream, I told myself. I hate when I dream of alarm clocks going off.”
― Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

“They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.”
― Peter S. Beagle, A Fine and Private Place

“Morning Short List

1. Woke up ✓
2. Air to breath ✓
3. Food to eat ✓
4. Roof over head ✓

...yep, it's a Good day!”
― Russell Kyle, Awakened Living: A Practical Guide to the Spiritual Life

“Morning, Bill,' said Lord Tidmouth agreeably.

'Go to hell!' said Bill.

'Right-ho,' said his lordship.”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“... and it was quite a sad thing,
the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I not
when everything I’ve ever known has slowly gone away
and I know by now that that’s the way you let the new day in
with new roads and views and chances to grow
but it was quite a sad thing
because I don’t want this to ever become ’then’ or ’was’
and it was quite an unfamiliar thing. The way I took off my shoes again, put down my bag and quietly went back to bed, slowly between the sheets of moments I don’t want to leave
and it was quite a beautiful thing the way you had no idea but still must have known because you did not even open your eyes, but turned around and took my hand and you were still asleep, breathing in and out like nothing could go wrong, but still held my hand like you were glad I didn’t leave. ’Thank you for staying’
and it was quite a wonderful thing, the way I smiled and so did you, sound asleep, and that’s all I need to know for now.
That’s all I want to know for now.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who'd just smoked a cigarette et cetra.
Another list. The things we loved: strong coffee, Matisse, Rumi, summer rain, bathing together, Tom Hanks, rice pancakes, Cafe Sunrise, black-and-white photographs, the first quiet moments after you wake up in the morning.”
― Sachin Kundalkar, Cobalt Blue

“Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

“The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“I always sleep well, dearest, except for when your hot body smothers me completely!"

Darcy grinned. "Forgive me. Even sub- consciously I must be near you. I have no control over the matter. Tea and a scone?"

"Yes, please." She sat, tucking her feet under her. "No need to apologize, William. I simply elbow you hard and you roll away, temporarily at least. Come winter you can re- pay the treatment when I slip my frozen feet between your thighs.”
― Sharon Lathan, Loving Mr. Darcy: Journeys Beyond Pemberley

“...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“Freedom of the Press,
if it means anything at all,
means the freedom
to criticize and oppose”
― George Orwell