#sunrise

It was not so much a modification of the darkness, as a sigh of relief, a slight relaxing of tension, so that one felt, rather than saw, that the night had suddenly lost a shade of its density... ah! yes; there! between these two shoulders of the hills she is bleeding to death. ↗

— Hope Mirrlees

#death

There is only thing I can rely on that has never ever disappointed me. And that is the sun setting and the moon rising. That is a type of love I can never explain. ↗

— Brooke Bida

#love

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding. ↗

— Norman Maclean

#complete #complete understanding #completely #elude #everything

Morning time is the foundation of the rest of your day. Rise with a hopeful and loving attitude, seek compassion and kindness, pray, meditate, exercise. ↗

— Martin Suarez

#foundation #kindness #loving #meditate #meditation

The dark breaks wide in fragile rays. Dawn on Ithiss-Tor is more subtle than other sunrises. I have lost count of the worlds where I have stood and watched the light rise, peeling away the sky, sometimes in quiet colors, and sometimes in raw, violent slashes, as if the goddess I don't believe in has cut her veins. And sometimes, as on Gehenna, the sky changes not at all, just endless night, or endless brilliance--and after a time, the constant uniformity makes you feel as if you are the thing that must give way. ↗

— Ann Aguirre

#change

I feel so blessed to discover that each new day, I have the opportunity to watch the sunrise and fall in love with you again. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#fall-in-love #love #new-day #relationship #sunrise

I hate being told by strange men in the street to smile, to make them feel better about their boring lives ↗

— Julie Deply "Celine"

#men

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea. ↗

— Patricia Cornwell

#built #civil #civil war #darkness #facing

The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#dusk #heavens #horizon #life #mist

Alone in a world, With millions of souls Walking in circles Trapped in their dreams unhealthy, unclean walking in circles, now do not disturb scream in silence everyone's sleeping ↗

— Chester Bennington

#walking-in-circles #dreams