morning

Night is the time to dream and morning is the time to actualize them!

You can walk in a dream while you are awake: Just walk in the misty morning of a forest!

You cannot be responsible for some things that happen on earth. You may attempt to act, God alone will decide. Some things are mysteries!

Don__ predict the condition of the entire day by the state of the morning. You don__ judge a book by its cover. A cloudy morning is no guarantee for a rainy day!

One smile in the morning can change your mood for the entire day. One hug in the evening can usher you into cheerful night dreams you will never regret!

In between waking up from bed in the morning and going back in the evening, let something happen. God will bless that __omething_ for you.

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

Every morning is a fresh breath and blessings.

It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I don't have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the journey. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when I fall asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. An hour watching the stars, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intelligent conversations at 5am while sharing the last cigarette. Taking trains to nowhere, walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry. It was all very ordinary until my identity appeared, until my body and mind became one being. The day I saw the flowers and learned how to turn my daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water. I'm holding on to it now,and I'm not letting go.

Every new morning is new moment in time.

I thank God for seeing the miracle of a new morning.

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

She wasn__ crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he__ seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn__ that big a girl to hold all of it__o hold her brother__ life and his death inside of her. To hold all his long-limbed raging tidal motion and all the loss of that.

You kissed me that morning as if you__ never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest,and if you see a fire from the shore tonightit__ my chains going up in flames.

There are new mercies every morning.

I need to accept God__ love and forgiveness, turning away from my sin and toward Him starting every day anew just as His mercies are new every morning.

Every day, I want to sleep in your arms and wake up by your side in the mornings.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.