Morning
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When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
Leave your ego at the door every morning, and just do some truly great work. Few things will make you feel better than a job brilliantly done.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive — to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.
When I wake up every morning, I thank God for the new day.
My children are the reason I laugh, smile and want to get up every morning.
My smile has been my ticket to the world. Smiling releases the same feel-good hormones you get jogging. Caring for your lips and gums is important. I brush my teeth morning and night, alternating toothpaste brands. In addition to flossing, I use a Water Pik to massage my gums and remove food particles.
Wherever my story takes me, however dark and difficult the theme, there is always some hope and redemption, not because readers like happy endings, but because I am an optimist at heart. I know the sun will rise in the morning, that there is a light at the end of every tunnel.
I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
Some people dream of success, while other people get up every morning and make it happen.
Smile in the mirror. Do that every morning and you'll start to see a big difference in your life.
Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning!
We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out... we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night... and thus we wait for morning.
That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.
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