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One Morning Quotes (page 4)

I'll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise - it had been a difficult night the night before - and a client said to me, 'Good God, Vidal, what happened to your face?' And I said, 'Oh, nothing, madam, I just fell over a hairpin.' Vidal Sassoon
Sugar Ray Robinson quote: "You always say 'I'll quit when I start to slide', and then one..."
You always say 'I'll quit when I start to slide', and then one morning you wake up and realize you've done slid. Sugar Ray Robinson
If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: "President Can't Swim." Lyndon B. Johnson
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.' Anna Quindlen
Barbara Pym quote: "One did not drink sherry before the evening, just as one did..."
One did not drink sherry before the evening, just as one did not read a novel in the morning. Barbara Pym
Connie Willis quote: "One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down..."
One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning. Connie Willis
One writer I know tells me that he sits down every morning and says to himself nicely, "It's not like you don't have a choice, because you do-- you can either type or kill yourself. Anne Lamott
Eric Carle quote: "One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and - pop! - out of..."
One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and - pop! - out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. Eric Carle
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes... John Muir
One night i rode home - it was a confession - and i came staggering across the yard and i fell into the rosebush and crawled up the stairs on my hands and knees and i was sick on the floor beside my bed. In the morning I tried to tell him I was sorry, and do you know what he said? 'Why, Tom, you were just jolly'. 'Jolly,' if I did it. A drunken man didn't crawl home. Just Jolly John Steinbeck
One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. Alfred Noyes
Morning, Peter,” she calls from the back, in her exaggerated German accent. Mawning, Pedder. She’s been in the States more than fifteen years now, but her accent has gotten heavier. Uta is a member of what seems to be a growing body of defiantly unassimilated expatriates. She on one hand disdains her country of origin (Darling, the word “lugubrious” comes to mind) but on the other seems to grow more German (more not-American) with every passing year. ... Because Uta is German, utterly German,... Michael Cunningham
One summer morning at sunrise a long time ago. I met a little girl with a book under her arm. I asked her why she was out so early andshe answered that there were too many books andfar too little time. And there she was absolutely right. Tove Jansson
One of these poems I wrote after having been here only a month. The other, I wrote this morning. In the space between the two poems, I have found acres of grace Elizabeth Gilbert
One day Augustus asked Newt to ride along with him, much to Newt’s surprise. In the morning they saw a grizzly, but the bear was far upwind and didn’t scent them. It was a beautiful day—no clouds in the sky. Augustus rode with his big rifle propped across the saddle—he was in the highest of spirits. They rode ahead of the herd some fifteen miles or more, and yet when they stopped to look back they could still see the cattle, tiny black dots in the middle of the plain, with the southern... Larry McMurtry

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