Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.
Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power – a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment.
The sun is new each day.
When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl.
In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.
The person who doesn’t scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
It’s always such a joy that you wake up in the morning and there’s work to do.
I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning.
I am a New Yorker, and 7:00 A.M. is a civilized hour to finish the day, not to start it.
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
We could hardly wait to get up in the morning.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.
This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me.
The man with the best job in the country is the vice-president. All he has to do is get up every morning and say, ‘How is the president?’
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
I see myself at 7:30 in the morning and it’s not too pretty.
I, of course, meditate for two hours every morning. It’s part of my schedule; I wake up at 4 a.m. every day and I love it.
I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning.
I never really look for anything. What God throws my way comes. I wake up in the morning and whichever way God turns my feet, I go.
Some mornings you wake up and think, gee I look handsome today. Other days I think, what am I doing in the movies? I wanna go back to Ireland and drive a forklift.
Tell him he can have my title, but I want it back in the morning.
Most of the time I spend when I get up in the morning is trying to figure out what is going to happen.
When I wake up in the morning, I feel like a billionaire without paying taxes.
I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.
