#sunrise

The time for lies and secrets is over," she meowed. "The truth must come out. Starclan was wrong not to tell you who you were a long time ago." Then what-?" Jayfeather began, but already Yellowfang's shape was beginning to fade, melting into the moonlight until she was gone. The moonlight abrubtly vanished, leaving Jayfeather in darkness as he woke from his dream. Mouse dung! Why can't any cat speak straight out?" he hissed ↗

— Erin Hunter

#dreams

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#death #even #great #greater #i

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them. ↗

— Jo Walton

#nature #sunrise #sunset #nature

Male or female, if my name were either Don or Dawn, I’d be up at sunrise to celebrate the glory that is me.
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— Jarod Kintz

#celebration #dawn #don #female #glory

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#beautiful #flowers #garden #give #give me

I saw Tequila Sunrise as a romantic picture with complex, bigger than life characters. ↗

— Conrad Hall

#characters #complex #i #life #picture

When you do 'Before Sunset,' you know while it's a limited audience, there was a very small group of people that love 'Before Sunrise.' You feel a certain pressure to make sure that you uphold a level of quality that has been a bar. You set a bar and you have to at least match it. ↗

— Ethan Hawke

#bar #been #before #certain #feel

Two golden hours somewhere between sunrise and sunset. Both are set with 60 diamond minutes. No reward is offered. They are gone forever. ↗

— Horace Mann

#both #diamond #forever #golden #gone

My love is made out of three things: the dawn, the sunrise, and redundancy. I poured you two glasses, which can easily and efficiently be drunk out of one cup. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#efficiency #efficient #humor #love #redundancy

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