It is a good morning exercise for a research scientist to discard a pet hypothesis every day before breakfast. It keeps him young.
I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.
Inspiration can come from anywhere, and a lot of the time, it depends on how you feel when you get up in the morning.
I wake up every morning, look in the mirror and ask, ‘Am I a sex symbol?’ Then I go back to bed again. It’s stupid to think that way.
Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.
Every morning when I wake up, I am grateful and happy that I come to the film set. It is home.
For me, training is my meditation, my yoga, hiking, biking all rolled into one. Wake up early in the morning, generally around 4 o’clock, and I’ll do my cardio on an empty stomach. Stretch, have a big breakfast, and then I’ll go train.
I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.
I always beat the sun up in the morning. It’s the secret to why I’m double trouble.
My dad used to have an expression – ‘It is the lucky person who gets up in the morning, puts both feet on the floor, knows what they are about to do, and thinks it still matters.’
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day.
Every day, I wake up and say, ‘Good Morning, Jesus.’
You just gotta use the sunset as a reset button and start over in the morning with every chance you get to open your eyes.
I always wake up early Saturday morning, and I have a little bit more time, so I go to the gym.
There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.
One of my favorite things to do is to play music really loud and dance my butt off in the morning. I’ll do it alone in my apartment. You can’t have a bad day after that.
Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know I don’t think its fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define.
My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee, eating porridge and reading the paper at a local cafe.
I don’t know why you call it morning sickness, because I was sick all day and night!
Never get married in the morning – you never know who you might meet that night.
When I wake up in the morning, I just can’t get started until I’ve had that first, piping hot pot of coffee. Oh, I’ve tried other enemas.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
I know we have to have people of good conscience who stand up against oppression. I know we have to have people who understand that social justice belongs to us all. And that wakes me up every morning, and that makes me fight even harder.
I wake up every morning and I surprise myself. I wake up to a new me.
