"There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely costless. Don't miss so many of them." ― Jo Walton
"Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth." ― Roman Payne
"In that location's e'er a story. Information technology'due south all stories, really. The sunday coming up every mean solar day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world." ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
"HEARTWORK
Each twenty-four hours is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same mode nosotros open our optics to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. You take no command over how your story begins or ends. Simply by now, yous should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. And every flower returns to slumber with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. Just yours, is your ultimate Fine art." ― Suzy Kassem
"How sweet the morning air is! Run across how that one little deject floats similar a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. At present the scarlet rim of the sunday pushes itself over the London cloud-depository financial institution. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than y'all and I. How pocket-size we feel with our lilliputian ambitions and strivings in the presence of the smashing elemental forces of Nature!" ― Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I
"If you want to be reminded of the love of the Lord, just watch the sunrise." ― Jeannette Walls, One-half Broke Horses
"And all the same day and night see fleetingly at twilight and dawn," he said, lowering his voice again and narrowing his eyes and moving his head a quarter of an inch closer to hers. "And their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours. A sunrise or dusk tin can be afire with luminescence and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder." ― Mary Balogh, A Summertime to Call back
"I hope you realize that every mean solar day is a fresh offset for yous. That every sunrise is a new affiliate in your life waiting to be written." ― Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower
"Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars earlier him from the Field of Nighttime, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Low-cal" ― Omar Khayyám, The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam
"They rode on and the sunday in the due east flushed stake streaks of light so a deeper run of colour like blood seeping upwards in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth tuckered up into the sky at the border of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing similar the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and saturday squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them." ― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Top, or the Evening Redness in the West
"What breaks in daybreak? Is it the dark? Is it the dominicus, cracked in two past the horizon similar an egg, spilling out light?" ― Margaret Atwood
"Information technology's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my pigeon, permit me become." ― Jean Genet, The Balcony
"Life. This forenoon the sunday made me adore it. It had, backside the dripping pino copse, the oriental brightness, orange and blood-red, of a living existence, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise." ― Juan Ramón Jiménez, Time and Space: A Poetic Autobiography
"At sunrise, the blue sky paints herself with gilded colors and joyfully dances to the music of a morning breeze." ― Debasish Mridha
"Sunrise looks spectacular in the nature; sunrise looks spectacular in the photos; sunrise looks spectacular in our dreams; sunrise looks spectacular in the paintings, considering it really is spectacular!" ― Mehmet Murat ildan
"Nosotros're not moments, Megan, y'all and me. We're events. Yous say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I'm sure non. We change, like swirling clouds around a rise sun." ― Brandon Sanderson, Calamity
"There is, I have heard, a fiddling thing called sunrise, in which the sun reverses the process we all viewed the dark before. You might assume such a affair equally mythical every bit those beasts that guard the corners of the world, merely I have it on the finest authority, and have, indeed, from time to fourth dimension, regarded information technology with my own eyes." ― Lauren Willig, The Garden Intrigue
"With a bound, the sun of a molten fiery cherry-red cam in a higher place the horizon, and immediately thousands of piddling birds sang out for joy, and a soft chorus of mysterious, glad murmurs came forth from the earth; the low whispering wind left its hiding-place among the clefts and hollows of the hills, and wandered among the rustling herbs and copse, waking the flower-buds to the life of another day." ― Elizabeth Gaskell, Ruth
"Over the plains of Ethiopia the sun rose as I had non seen it in seven years. A big, cool, empty sky flushed a little in a higher place a rim of dark mountains. The landscape twenty,000 anxiety below gathered itself from the dark and showed a pale gleam of grass, a sheen of water. The reddish deepened and pulsed, radiating streaks of fire. There hung the sun, like a luminous spider's egg, or a white pearl, simply below the rim of the mountains. Of a sudden it swelled, turned red, roared over the horizon and drove up the sky similar a train engine. I knew how far beneath in the swelling rut the birds were an orchestra in the trees about the villages of mud huts; how the long grass was straightening while dangling locks of dewdrops dwindled and dried; how the people were moving out into the fields almost the business of herding and hoeing." ― Doris Lessing, Going Habitation
"For a girl with such a night mind, you lot're a little besides in love with the sunrise." ― Sherry Namdeo
"I never accept time to write anymore. And when I practise I only write about how I never have fourth dimension. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay upward all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I mutter? I have it all, everything I always asked for." ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Cleaved Bottles: in search for The Great Peradventure
"As I woke up this forenoon, and I opened my eyes, I am very grateful to run across another sunrise" ― Charmaine J Forde
"Another globe, another day, another dawn. The early morning time;south thinnest sliver of light appeared silently. Several billion trillion tons of super hot exploding hydrogen nuclei rose slowly above the horizon and managed to look pocket-sized, cold, and slightly damp.
At that place is a moment in ever dawn when calorie-free floats, there is the possibility of magic. Creation holds its jiff." ― Douglas Adams, The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
"In that location is a reason why morning follows nighttime, hjälte. Afterward times of great darkness, we must take time to mourn all we take lost and all who were lost, even as hope rises with the sun." ― Emory R. Frie, Realm of the Snowfall Queen
"I lost my cyclic rhythm during extreme night shift work and I restored it by using continuous light therapy. I was waking upwards at sunrise with the birds, no warning clock needed." ― Steven Magee
"There was so much time that marvelous summer. Twenty-four hours after day, mist rose from the meadow every bit the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the Patently. It was a sort of stage-magic." ― J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country
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