Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day. ― Glen Cook, Sweet Silver Blues

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Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life. ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

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Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

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Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

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I love the smell of book ink in the morning.― Umberto Eco

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Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close. ― Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures

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I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that’s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns with one single coffee shop and where everyone knows each other’s name. I walked for a while until I found the water, the most peaceful place I know. There I sat and stayed the whole day, with nothing and everything on my mind, cleaning my head. Silence, I learned, is some times the most beautiful sound. ― Charlotte Eriksson

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Less is more. You should wear earrings or bracelets, but not both.

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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

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The longest road out is the shortest road home. — Irish Proverb

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