“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.

A. A. Milne

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“This morn the air smells of vanilla & oranges.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“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.”

George Eliot

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“The arrival of letters was the first grand object of every morning’s impatience.”

Jane Austen

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“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.”

Gerald Durrell

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“Newspapers are being read all around. The point is not, of course, to glean new information, but rather to coax the mind out of its sleep-induced introspective temper. To look at the paper is to raise a seashell to one’s ear and to be overwhelmed by the roar of humanity.”

Alain de Botton

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