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  1. Markus Zusak _ Fighting Ruben Wolfe

    As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
    book-quotehoperunningcity

  2. Hilary McKay _ Indigo's Star

    Is this your holiday homework?" asked Sarah. "Don't do it, Rose! And Eve will write you a note to say it's iniquitous to give eight-year-olds homework. You will, won't you, Eve?""I could never spell 'iniquitous,' Sarah darling!""Hot concrete," said Rose mournfully, prodding her porridge."Write this," ordered Saffron. "'The ancient Egyptians are all dead. Their days are very quiet.' Porridge is meant to look like hot concrete. Eat it up.... Read the next question!"..."What would you say if you bumped into Tutankhamen in the street?""'Sorry!'" said Sarah at once. "Put that.""We have to answer in proper sentences.""'Sorry, but it was your fault! You were walking sideways!
    book-quotesistersmorninghomework

  3. Virginia Woolf _ To the Lighthouse

    So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
    book-quotewindskysea

  4. Francesca Lia Block _ Wasteland

    She wasn't crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he'd seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn't that big a girl to hold all of it-to hold her brother's life and his death inside of her. To hold all his long-limbed raging tidal motion and all the loss of that.
    book-quotelossmournwithdrawal

  5. Donna Tartt _ The Secret History

    Are you always up this early?' I asked him.'Almost always,' he said without looking up. 'It's beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.
    book-quotemorningthe-secret-history

  6. Hermann Hesse _ Steppenwolf

    The morning was a wretched time of day for him. He feared it and it never brought him any good. On no morning of his life had he ever been in good spirits nor done any good before midday, nor ever had a happy idea, nor devised any pleasure for himself or others. By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive active and sometimes, aglow with joy.
    book-quotehappyindependenceevening

  7. Arthur Conan Doyle _ Sherlock Holmes: The Complete

    How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!
    book-quotenaturelondonsunrise

  8. J.R.R. Tolkien _ The Hobbit: Graphic Novel

    To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!
    book-quotemorning

  9. Anne Carson _ Glass, Irony and God

    My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night.I open mine as wide as possible.I like to see everything, I say.What's there to see?Moon. Air. Sunrise.All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up.I like to wake up.
    book-quotelightpoetrypoem

  10. John Steinbeck _ Cannery Row

    Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.
    book-quotemorningwaking-up

  11. Billy Collins _ The Trouble With Poetry - And

    Eastern Standard TimePoetry speaks to all people, it is said,but here I would like to addressonly those in my own time zone,this proper slice of longitudethat runs from pole to snowy poledown the globe through Montreal to Bogota.Oh, fellow inhabitants of this singular band,sitting up in your many beds this morning-the sun falling through the windowsand casting a shadow on the sundial-consider those in other zones who cannot hear these words.They are not slipping into a bathrobe as we are,or following the smell of coffee in a timely fashion.Rather, they are at work already,leaning on copy machines,hammering nails into a house-frame.They are not swallowing a vitamin like us;rather they are smoking a cigarette under a half moon,even jumping around on a dance floor,or just now sliding under the covers,pulling down the little chains on their bed lamps.But we are not like these others,for at this very moment on the face of the earth,we are standing under a hot shower,or we are eating our breakfast,considered by people of all zonesto be the most important meal of the day.Later, when the time is right,we might sit down with the boss,wash the car, or linger at a candle-lit table,but now is the hour for pouring the juiceand flipping the eggs with one eye on the toaster.So let us slice a banana and uncap the jam,lift our brimming spoons of milk,and leave it to the others to lower a flagor spin absurdly in a barber's chair-those antipodal oddballs, always early or late.Let us praise Sir Stanford Flemingthe Canadian genius who first scoredwith these lines the length of the spinning earth.Let us move together through the rest of this daypassing in unison from light to shadow,coasting over the crest of nooninto the valley of the eveningand then, holding hands, slip into the deeper valley of night.
    book-quotenightpoetrymorning

  12. Rebecca McNutt _ Nostalgia

    And what if the other kids laugh at me?" Kerry complained to her parents as she nibbled on a piece of toast that morning. "I have a Cape Breton accent! They'll know I'm from Canada and they'll start asking me if I lived in an igloo or ate maple syrup, bacon and seal meat every day!""You're really overreacting," Susan chuckled, sipping on a glass of orange juice. "Canada is a lot like the States and the only thing separating both countries is an imaginary boarder! If anyone laughs at you, tell them it doesn't snow year-round, you got free health care while you were there and that you never rode a polar bear to school. Besides, do you know how many popular movies and TV shows from the States were filmed in Canada?""It's not just the Canada stuff mom," Kerry sighed worriedly. "I'm from Dym, it's an industrial dump!""Yeah, and have you looked at Pittsburgh lately?" Susan asked. "Full of coal mines and steel mills, just like Sydney was when we lived there! I actually rather came to like the pollution, I don't think I'd ever want to leave it.
    book-quoteweirdfunnyparents
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