morning
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh, said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing, he said.
Winnie the Pooh (New York: Penguin, 2009).
This morn the air smells of vanilla & oranges.
May 8, 1844 entry, Emerson in His Journals, selected and edited by Joel Porte (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1982), 324.
I love the Sunday Morning. I hail it from afar. I wake with gladness & a holiday feeling always on that day.
Sept 28, 1839 entry, Emerson in His Journals, selected and edited by Joel Porte (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1982), 225.
I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day…No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
Adam Bede (New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1917), 168.
The arrival of letters was the first grand object of every morning’s impatience.
Pride and Prejudice: A Novel in Three Volumes, Vol. 3 (London: Printed for T. Egerton, Military Library, Whitehall, 1813), 115.
The sky was peach and gold, a teacup of a morning, just enough clouds so as not to mock us.
An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination (New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2008), 100.
Gradually the magic of the island settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen. Each day had a tranquility, a timelessness, about it, so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us, glossy and colourful as a child’s transfer and with the same tinge of unreality.
My Family and Other Animals (New York: Penguin Books, 2004), 26.