You’ve got to get up every morning with determination if you’re going to go to bed with satisfaction.
Category: morning
I write best in the morning, and I can only write for about half a day, that’s about it.
At the very end of a book I can manage to work for longer stretches, but mostly, making stuff up for three hours, that’s enough. I can’t do any more. At the end of the day I might tinker with my morning’s work and maybe write some again. But I think three hours is fine.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.
The school-boy doesn’t force himself to learn his vocabularies and rules altogether at night, but knows that be must impress them again in the morning.
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.
There’s also a sense of freedom. I was so obsessed by this problem that I was thinking about if all the time – when I woke up in the morning, when I went to sleep at night, and that went on for eight years.
Chelsea Morning is a great Joni Mitchell song and I guess I’m partial to her lyrics because they show me a slightly different perspective on life.
New Orleans life is such a night life. The thing that comes up very often is that our day essentially doesn’t start until midnight or 2 in the morning.