Alexander Smith Quotes About Morning

Quotes about: Morning

• In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

  Alexander Smith

  Morning, Fall, Autumn

  Alexander Smith (1914). “Dreamthorp”

• I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander.

  Alexander Smith

  Morning, Army, Night

  Alexander Smith (2012). “Dreamthorp A Book of Essays Written in the Country”, p.221, tredition

• And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from a transference of interest. What is taken from this world is given to the next. The glory is in the east in the morning, it is in the west in the afternoon, and when it is dark the splendour is irradiating the realm of the under-world. He would only follow.

  Alexander Smith

  Morning, Taken, Dark

  Alexander Smith (1914). “Dreamthorp”

• The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning - first fallen flake of the coming snows of age - is a disagreeable thing.

  Alexander Smith

  Morning, Hair, Discovery

  Alexander Smith (1914). “Dreamthorp”

• The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows of age—is a disagreeable thing.... So are flying twinges of gout, shortness of breath on the hill-side, the fact that even the moderate use of your friend's wines at dinner upsets you. These things are disagreeable because they tell you that you are no longer young—that you have passed through youth, are now in middle age, and faring onward to the shadows in which, somewhere, a grave is hid.

  Alexander Smith

  Morning, Wine, Hair

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