Maybe some people will not agree, but I like to eat sardines in the morning for breakfast. I think some people will have a hard time eating sardines in olive oil or pickled sardines for breakfast. I guess that is why I am still single.
My mum taught me to always make sure you protect your skin with SPF. I always make sure I put my St. Tropez SPF on my face every morning, no matter the weather, before I go out of the house.
It’s really hard to guarantee things in life. I guarantee if you get up in the morning and you work out, and you work hard, you will have a better day – 100% guaranteed.
I have to always go back to Tim Horton’s, it’s my favorite spot. I remember growing up as a kid – my mom, every Saturday morning she’d go the hairdresser and she’d give me two dollars to go buy donuts.
It probably would be wiser, from a time-management standpoint, if I hired a crew to take care of the farm so I could get a little more rest. But the thing is, when I start my morning out there, I’m more productive for the rest of the day.
I’m such a music geek, a music freak. I wake up in the morning, I press play.
Anti-depressants helped me get up in the morning and stopped me from being sad, but what they also do is stop you from being happy. So I was just in this numb state. I stopped laughing at jokes, and that’s just not me.
I do not look at myself every morning and think: ‘Oh, my gosh, I am so perfect, so beautiful, so talented.’ No, I like to make fun of myself.
I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love’s the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
I am a bit obsessive about tidiness. I need to make my bed in the morning and leave it perfectly made up.
Bill Bennett really became an idol for me. I listened to him every morning from 6 to 9 for, oh, years.
I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.
I have never been bored an hour in my life. I get up every morning wondering what new strange glamorous thing is going to happen and it happens at fairly regular intervals.
It’s pretty much the same routine every day. Come in Monday, bags and running. I like to get a run up in the morning with my brother and my sister and when I come in I’ll do another one.
You know, I always was an early morning or late night writer. Early morning was my favorite; late night was because you had a deadline. And at four in the morning you make up some of your most absurd jokes.
Just the whole thing of getting up in the morning – I love the sunshine, I love the palm trees. I’m that kind of guy. I like to drive around with the top down and just enjoy life. I never did that before, so it’s a beautiful thing.
I was up watching Meet Joe Black at four AM. I was hoping Brad Pitt would die, and he was still alive at seven forty in the morning! I actually felt sorry for once, for critics.
I joined the PQ in the 1970s because of the issue of sovereignty. And that’s why I wake up in the morning. A woman who gives birth to a country, that would be interesting.
Growing up, of course I was the coolest girl in the 3rd grade because I told everyone that my dad was a wrestler, and I would bring in these wrestling magazines of him, and every Saturday morning, he would be body slamming me on my bed.
Ronald Reagan believed in America as the shining city on the hill – Morning in America. But Donald Trump has a much different vision of American greatness, of nationalism – a much darker view, I think, of the world.
But I try to steal other moments. Sometimes I get up very early in the morning and enjoy a quiet house and cup of tea before the craziness begins. Other times, I’ll take a quick walk on the beach. You can find peace in a few minutes.
For days on end, I avoid the Web, never logging in until about two or three, after I’ve written all morning. On a good week, I don’t go online till after Wednesday, so four or five days might lapse without my checking e-mail.
I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.
I get up in the morning and do a seven-minute yoga workout. I know the most likely time I’m going to do something is when I first get up, and I make it short because, like you, I don’t really want to do that first thing in the morning.
