“In the morning of life, before its wearisome journey, The youthful soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being; It hath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit on its hopes; The wing of fancy is unclipped, and sin hath not seared the feelings: Each feature is stamped with immortality, for all its desires are infinite, And it seeketh an ocean of happiness, to fill the deep hollow within.” SoulFeelingsDesireWishSinSimpleMorningJourneyYouthLimitsOceanInfiniteWingsLuxuryFeaturesImmortalityFancyHollow Author:Martin Farquhar Tupper
“Laura Alicia Deverell was born on May 10th, 1862, at precisely a quarter past one o'clock on a Thursday morning. Those interested in that pseudo-science astrology or astromancy may trace her life and character, if they wish, among the stars, where no doubt it is all written.” IfsMayBookCharacterPastWishStarsBornMorningDoubtWrittenClockNo DoubtQuartersAstrologyPseudoThursdayLaura Author:Susan Ertz
“[On George H.W. Bush:] A man who wishes to lead the Western world should be able to find the right words, string them together in coherent sentences, and steer them to an intelligible conclusion. His sentences have the stuttering start of an old car on a cold morning. They never run smoothly. The only speech part that he has mastered completely is the non sequitur.” MenWorldShouldRunningAbleTogetherWishMorningCarColdSpeechWesternSentencesConclusionStringsSteersWestern WorldRight WordsStutteringOld CarGeorge H W BushCold Morning Author:Mary McGrory
“Some persons take reproof good-humoredly enough, unless you are so unlucky as to hit a sore place. Then they wince and writhe, and start up and knock you down for your impertinence, or wish you good morning.” PersonsEnoughWishMorningWish YouUnluckyReproofWinceImpertinence Author:Augustus William Hare
“A conscience is a troublesome thing at times. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and I spent the time feeling what a nothing I was, and wishing I was so very different. Then the morning's post brought me a letter from a friend, saying I was so this, so that - it made me really cry, I was so grateful.” MadeDifferentFeelingsWishMorningCryFriendsConscienceLettersGratefulPostsClockTroublesomeSo Grateful Author:Kate Greenaway
“The art school party in Liverpool, in a flat in the students' accomdation, was the first all night party I ever went to...I puked up next morning. Cynthia was there, and I remember saying drunkenly to her 'I wish I had a nice girl like you'” FirstsArtSchoolRememberNightGirlNextWishPartyMorningNiceStudentsLike YouFlatsAll NightLiverpoolArt SchoolNice GirlCynthia Author:George Harrison
“We know what boredom is: it is a dull Impatience or a fierce velleity, A champing wish, stalled by our lassitude, To make or do. In the strict sense, of course, We invent nothing, merely bearing witness To what each morning brings again to light” KnowsLightCoursesWishMorningWitnessBoredomDullFierceStrictImpatienceBearing Witness Book:Collected Poems 1943-2004 Source: Collected Poems 1943-2004
“When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!” IfsFirstsChildrenFeelingsEyeReligionWishChurchMorningBedDistanceSavedSpotsEveningSinnerSundayGodlyFridayMy WishRosySunday MorningCatechismDay Of RestBed Time Author:Lewis Carroll
“We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting day linger and play on its summit!” MindFirstsMayCountryPlayFeelingsLightLastsHeavenWishLibertyMorningSunObjectsProduceGratitudeGlorySightRisingNativeTemplesShoreDedicatedDependenceSummitPartingColumnsPiousSpires Book:An Address Delivered at the Completion of the Bunker Hill Monument, June 17, 1843 Source: An Address Delivered at the Completion of the Bunker Hill Monument, June 17, 1843