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Dawn is merely an illusion that the world is beautiful.
Red Queen. The lightning girl. She lives. Rise, Red as dawn. Rise. Rise. Rise.
...women, brave as stars at dawn
It's a new dawn; but the journey continues.
Dawn comes before sleep does.
Yet dawn is ever the hope of men.
To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.
The dawn came up entirely gold, with no hint of pink or purple. The sky was a rinsed blue, like an old shirt washed a thousand times.
Shine your light unto the night to bring on the dawn
We've chased the dawn, Anastasia, now the dusk.
Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset.
Dawn couldn't come soon enough. He had to get her out of his life as quickly as
possible. It was becoming the most important thing - more important than breathing, living. He needed to get away from her, fast. Because he didn't want to let her go.
Sunrise - a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.
SkyClan or cream,
The rose Dawn might have found them weeping still had not grey-eyed Athena slowed the night when night was most profound, and held the Dawn under the Ocean of the East. That glossy team, Firebright and Daybright, the Dawn's horses that draw her heavenward for men- Athena stayed their harnessing.
Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.
Dawn is about luminosity and so is the iPhone ... The little drawings of the dawn are done while I'm still in bed ... If you're in my kind of business you'd be a fool to sleep through that ... Artists can't work office hours, can they?
'Dawn (Go Away)' is a sad lyric, but the melody is so happy and fun.
Dawn is slapping her chapped and reddened fingers against a frostbitten sky,
I like you, Dawn. I've seen a lot of humans, from far away and up close. I've never met one like you. I think you're the closest thing to a sunrise I'll ever see.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
No hope for the journey if no one ever sees the dawn
Dawn may not appear one to all. It depends on beholders how they look at life; whether they see the fading stars or the rising sun.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience
unless they are still up.
Our eternal message of hope is that dawn will come.
mistress of Netherfold.
Even if you break with me and crush my heart, I'm never getting back together with Dawn. I know that the world isn't flat now, I'm not going back.
The August sun, God's blood-blister ...
I've never understood all this fuss people make about the dawn. I've seen a few and they're never as good as the photographs, which have the additional advantage of being things you can look at when you're in the right frame of mind, which is usually around lunchtime.
invasion by night
On this road
where nobody else travels
autumn nightfall.
The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
Of late the nights
are dawning
plum-blossom white.
Behind the veil of each night, there is a smiling dawn.
Toward dawn we shared with you
your hour of desolation,
the huge lingering passion
of your unearthly out cry,
as you swung your blind head
towards us and laboriously opened
a bloodshot, glistening eye,
in which we swam with terror and recognition.
I wonder who else in the world was having such an exquisite dawn.
Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine
Dawn tore at the seam of night, pulling the blackness back a little farther with each passing minute.
There is no solemnity so deep, to a right-thinking creature, as that of dawn.
Days are only beautiful early in the morning. I should have remembered that. Dawn is merely an illusion that the world is beautiful. When the world opens its eyes, reality reasserts itself, and you're back with the same old shit.
Sunlight sO Right, tRue, strOng, and White
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
I've always wanted to be able to paint the dawn.
The blackest night must end in dawn, the light dispel the dreamer's fear.
There is no night, however dark and filled with woe, that is not followed by dawn.
Dawn is a friend of the muses, even if they aren't awake to appreciate it.
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
Sweet Phosphor, bring the dayWhose conquering rayMay chase these fogs;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!Light will repayThe wrongs of night;Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.
Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore
That was the day without a dawn.
Dawn is to start and Dusk is to reorganize yourself for the new Dawn.
Dawn is purely a work of fiction, but I wrote it to look at myself in a new way. Obviously I did not live this tale, but I was implicated in its ethical dilemma from the moment that I assumed my character's place.
version of Amber.
Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.
Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.
As new dawns go, this one is depressingly like the old dawn.
Twilight whippoorwill ... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
The false dawn, with its illusions and mist-wrapped softness, can be as inadequate and fleeting as Morpheus' gifts. CHAPTER 2 The days became warmer the first week in April, and on some mornings I went out on the salt at dawn and seined
Bright as does the morning star appear,
Out of the east with flaming locks bedight,
To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
Incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.
...
You are here again,
so realistic,
just, the golden dawn
takes you away
in the morning...
Be here now,
not there,
where there is nothing
but stars
and emptiness...
...
Night never had the last word. The dawn is always invincible.
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
My name is Catbug. What's yours?
Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.
Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.
The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
I was very dawn to people I loved, to my family, to my father, to my sister, to my brothers.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Sunrise gave birth to our love.
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
They call me the Morning Star. That star by which griffin-riders and travelers navigate the wastes in the dark months of winter. The last star that disappears when daylight returns in the spring.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.
Nocturne
Midnight. The moon
has set, and the Pleiades.
The hours pass
and pass, yet still I lie alone.
Sappho
The rising sun sent fingers of light through the pale white mists of dawn.
[I was dreaming of you but]
just then
Dawn, in her golden sandals
[woke me]
Twilight is a scream time for the light: The sun screams magnificently before the total darkness comes!
We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.
SPRING In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a smiling dawn. SP-ST-57
The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.
A city is a strange place for dawn. The sun just can't seem to make any headway in the cold streets
Against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night.
Red of the Dawn
Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when shall we lay
The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
What light through yonder window breaks?
One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.
Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
The dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise.
Hope is what sits by the window and waits for one more dawn, despite the fact that there isn't an ounce of proof in tonight's black, black sky that it can possible come.
Time is purple / Just before night.