I had a dream of music and art and the big city in which I would get lost, where no one would know me and I wouldn’t know anyone, where I would work at some ordinary job, and if one day I got up in the morning and decided I wasn’t going to go to work anymore, no one would ask questions.
I’m not an early morning person.
It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.
There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.
There is a myth that Rahman sir only works at night. He works through the day and night, so it depends what time slot you end up working with him. Besides nights, I have sung for him in the morning and at noon, too. I think he’s the first composer to work at night, and that’s why it’s spoken about so much.
I have a green juice in the morning – a big one – with kale, spinach, celery, cucumber, two lemons and lots of ginger.
I wake up every morning and I feel like I’m juggling glass balls. I live in Los Angeles, my business is run out of London, and most evenings I’m cuddled up in front of Skype, in my dressing gown, speaking with my studio in London. I travel a lot, my team travel a lot, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Basically I wake up in the morning and I think everything’s going to be great. I’m really kind of optimistic, and I look forward to a new day. I pick up ‘The New York Times,’ and I look at the front page and realize that once again I’m wrong. I start to fixate on stuff.
I can play the main stage at the Newport Folk Festival in front of 10,000 people and do all the gigs and stuff I want to do. Then I can go home and get toilet paper on a Sunday morning and not get hassled.
I draw flowers every day and send them to my friends so they get fresh blooms every morning.
The way I would measure leadership is this: of the people that are working with me, how many wake up in the morning thinking that the company is theirs?
Tomorrow morning before we depart, I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood.
I tend not to look at Twitter in the morning; I try to force myself not to, for time management. I’ll look at it on the way to work.
I was passionate about soccer. I still am. Odd, though – playing soccer always made me much more anxious than playing tennis. On soccer days, I’d be out of bed by 6 in the morning, all nervous. But I was always calm when it was time for a tennis match. I still don’t know why.
I woke up one morning with this song in my head, and the opening line of the song is, ‘My name was Richard Nixon, only now I’m a girl.’
A famous person to themselves, they don’t get up in the morning and think, I’m famous. I’m not famous to me. Famous is a perception.
You always say ‘I’ll quit when I start to slide’, and then one morning you wake up and realize you’ve done slid.
The time I spend in the morning – praying, sipping coffee, and coming up with my list – is a ritual I relish. I have done it for so long now that I subconsciously measure whether or not the things I’m doing match with what I should be doing, what I want to be doing, and the life I want to live.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
My mother wrote a teen column for the South China Morning Post in the 1950s when she was growing up in Hong Kong. Her name was Lily Mark, but she sometimes wrote under her confirmation name, Margaret Mark. That was how she met my father.
My life has never been defined as Roland Martin, CNN; Roland Martin, TVOne; or Roland Martin, ‘Tom Joyner Morning Show.’ I’m appreciative of all of those platforms, but I’ve done all different things. I’m still Roland Martin.
If you’re bored with life – you don’t get up every morning with a burning desire to do things – you don’t have enough goals.
I start every morning at 7 or 7:30 in the same place – my little office where it’s dark and cozy – with a cup of the same really strong black coffee. It’s my little cocoon. There’s no phone or fax or Internet. And no music.
For me, training is my meditation, my yoga, hiking, biking all rolled into one. Wake up early in the morning, generally around 4 o’clock, and I’ll do my cardio on an empty stomach. Stretch, have a big breakfast, and then I’ll go train.
I had three children while doing a show, as demanding as ‘Good Morning America,’ so this is – you know, it’s almost like I’m less daunted about motherhood, and parenting at this point in time. And I think I’m just much more fit and healthy than I was 20-years-ago.
Chelsea Morning is a great Joni Mitchell song and I guess I’m partial to her lyrics because they show me a slightly different perspective on life.
The most efficient way to live reasonably is every morning to make a plan of one’s day and every night to examine the results obtained.
Coconut oil is my best friend – I put it all over my body every night. And in the morning, I wash it off so I’m not all greasy.
I’ve got plenty of quirks. I go to an office early in the morning. Early in the morning is really good writing time. I take anywhere between six to eight showers a day. I’m not exaggerating. I’m not a germaphobe: it’s all about a fresh start.
People have accused me of being in favor of globalization. This is equivalent to accusing me of being in favor of the sun rising in the morning.
What has helped me prevent injuries is being connected and having my body aligned. Every morning, I roll out and then work on my core and my balance.
Every morning I wake up with new ideas.
I write early in the morning, usually after reading portions of at least half a dozen newspapers on the web.
I was so obsessed by this problem that I was thinking about it all the time – when I woke up in the morning, when I went to sleep at night – and that went on for eight years.
I’m happy with the decision I’ve taken. I get up in the morning, and I’m happy, and that is what is important for me in the end. I greet my family, my brothers, my parents. Me being happy doesn’t have a price.
Anti-depressants helped me get up in the morning and stopped me from being sad, but what they also do is stop you from being happy. So I was just in this numb state. I stopped laughing at jokes, and that’s just not me.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
What’s the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn’t.
There is nothing quite like a freshly brewed pot of tea to get you going in the morning.
So far as I know, anything worth hearing is not usually uttered at seven o’clock in the morning; and if it is, it will generally be repeated at a more reasonable hour for a larger and more wakeful audience.
You come before me this morning with clean hands and clean collars. I want you to have clean tongues, clean manners, clean morals and clean characters.
My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked.
I have a hotline to the tabloids. When I get up in the morning, I call the Star, and the last thing at night, I call them. I want them to have the inside track.
Every newspaper feels it must have an astrology column, and even in the Carleton University bookstore this morning, I found books on astrology for sale.
I don’t know who made the Earth. I woke up one morning, and it’s here. I make the best of it.
I feel like going to class every morning is so humbling. You’re always working to improve, and you’re always being critiqued on your next performance. It’s not about what you’ve done. There’s always room to grow.
A city with one newspaper, or with a morning and an evening paper under one ownership, is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.
What I couldn’t help noticing was that I learned more about the novel in a morning by trying to write a page of one than I’d learned in seven years or so of trying to write criticism.
Leadership is an intense journey into yourself. You can use your own style to get anything done. It’s about being self-aware. Every morning, I look in the mirror and say, ‘I could have done three things better yesterday.’
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
After all those years as a woman hearing ‘not thin enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not this enough, not that enough,’ almost overnight I woke up one morning and thought, ‘I’m enough.’
I try to woo the person whom I love. Even a good morning call to start the day is good enough for me.
I shall begin my march for Camp tomorrow morning. It was not in my power to move until I could procure shoes for the troops almost barefoot.
I do the ‘New York Times’ crossword puzzle every morning to keep the old grey matter ticking.
I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical. The same sun appeared each morning, swept over the valley, and dropped behind the peak. The snows that fell in winter always melted in the spring.
You wonder, ‘How could it possibly be me?’ Well, of course it could happen to you. You have it. Then, of course, you wake up every morning, and you hope it’s a bad dream. Then you wake up. I have cancer.
