Singing is good for the soul. It's the first thing I do every morning, after my blessings and my grace. I put music on and I sing.

The House looks like more fun. It's like the Donahue show. The Senate is like one of those Sunday morning public service programs.

If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it 'Spring,' and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air.

Patriarchy is a disease and we are in perennial recovery and relapse. So you have to get up every morning and struggle against it.

We owe it to our troops to let them sleep in their own beds, wake up in the morning, have a delicious breakfast, and drive to war.

Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.

People don't want to see me having sex... I'm the queen of the 'kiss, foreplay, dissolve.' And then the 'Whoo! Good morning, tiger.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

From early morning to late at night, it's such an interesting life, and I'm healthy and free, and that's not so easy with a family.

I have found success is ultimately realized by people who make more right choices . . . and recover quickly from their bad choices.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.

It is rare for people to say they want to be held accountable, but in reality, everyone wants everyone else to be held accountable.

The mark of a good party is that you wake up the next morning wanting to change your name and start a new life in a different city.

I never really look for anything. What God throws my way comes. I wake up in the morning and whichever way God turns my feet, I go.

Tell me about our legal issues. And use small words. I don't like to think at this hour of the morning. It hurts." ~Leo to Merripen

The Marines are like my West Highland Terrier. They get up every morning, they want to dig a hole, and they want to kill something.

Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.

Acting is invigorating. But I don't analyse it too much. It's like a dog smelling where it's going to do its toilet in the morning.

When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.

Every morning you have a choice. Are you going to be a positive thinker or a negative thinker? Positive thinking will energize you.

Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.

A poor fisherman who knows the beauties of the misty mornings is much richer than a wealthy man who sleeps till noon in his palace!

Every morning or afternoon, whenever you want to write, you have to go up and shoot that old bear under your desk between the eyes.

I live in Los Angeles, which is the second most polluted city in the world, and I wake up in the morning to dirt all over my window.

Had my first son this morning... well, actually, my wife had him. I just caught him. Wo. Heart expanding way faster than my brain...

A household can never appear prosperous without a cow. How auspicious it is to wake up in the morning to the mooing of your own cow!

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.

I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning-raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing.

My good friends David and Avi sent me a text greeting from their gym in NYC at 8 a.m. this morning. Isn't that a fine how do you do!

I have a three-year-old and a four-year-old at home, and my mornings are about just dealing with the fact of that. I oddly enjoy it.

I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper. Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up.

Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?

We reflect on what has been lost and comfort those enduring a profound grief. And somehow we know that a brighter morning will come.

Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it's probably because you need the sleep.

People are not interested in you. They are not interested in me. They are interested in themselves - morning, noon and after dinner.

Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

There's nothing like coming home here, having the day off or morning off and going surfing. In Orlando I don't know what I would do.

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

It is a writer's greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of their books

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

Talking from morning to night about sex has helped my skiing, because I talk about movement, about looking good, about taking risks.

I woke up one morning and realized that what I wanted to say to everyone - children, young people, adults - was: Read for your life.

It sort of depends on the song. Some of them are pretty easy to write, and others take a while. I do a lot of writing in the morning.

Since I travel so much, it's always great to be home. There's nothing like getting to raid my own refrigerator at two in the morning.

Every morning I walk by a funeral home, and that's my productivity hack for how to make sure your to-do list is properly prioritized.

It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it.

A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning!

You have a choice everyday... You can choose every morning whether you will be depressed and miserable, or whether you will be happy.

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