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Every morning is a fresh beginning — a chance to do something different. – Alice Walker
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. — J. B. Priestley
I learned to love myself, because I sleep with myself every night and I wake up with myself every morning, and if I don’t like myself, there’s no reason to even live the life. – Gabourey Sidibe
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
You have a choice everyday... You can choose every morning whether you will be depressed and miserable, or whether you will be happy.
Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
The world is new to us every morning - and every man should believe he is reborn each day. — Baal Shem Tov
Imagine you had a bank that each morning credited your account with $1,440 - with one condition: whatever part of the $1,440 you failed to use during the day would be erased from your account, and no balance would be carried over. What would you do? You'd draw out every cent every day and use it to your best advantage. Well, you do have such a bank, and its name is time. Every morning, this bank credits you with 1,440 minutes. And it writes off as forever lost whatever portion you have failed to invest to good purpose.
I wake up every morning and think to myself, ‘How far can I push this company in the next 24 hours? —Leah Busque
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
