I suppose everybody has a mental picture of the days of the week, some seeing them as a circle, some as an endless line, and others again, for all I know, as triangles and cubes. Mine is a wavy line proceeding to infinity, dipping to Wednesday which is the colour of old silver dark with polishing and rising again to a pale gold Sunday. This day has a feeling in my picture of warmth and light breezes and sunshine and afternoons that stretch to infinity and mornings full of far-off bells. _ Angela Thirkell

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Mornings are so precious because it’s when I’m most productive. For me, thirty minutes at 5:30 am is equivalent to at least an hour at 3:00 pm. — Whitney Johnson

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

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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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Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

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Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. ― Jean Giraudoux

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Just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day. — Dalai Lama

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It feels like the mornings clap their hands. To make me wake. ― Markus Zusak

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Sin doesn't make us bad, sin makes us dead. The gospel doesn't make us better, the gospel makes us alive.

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The sun is new each day. — Heraclitus

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