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“The sunrise was the colour of bad blood. It leaked out of the east and stained the dark sky red, marked the scraps of the cloud with stolen gold. Underneath it the road twisted up the mountainside towards the fortress of Fontezarmo - a cluster of sharp towers, ash-black again the wounded heavens. The sunrise was red, black and gold.
The colours of their profession.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“It was not so much a modification of the darkness, as a sigh of relief, a slight relaxing of tension, so that one felt, rather than saw, that the night had suddenly lost a shade of its density... ah! yes; there! between these two shoulders of the hills she is bleeding to death.”
― Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist

“There’d been blood in his eyes and Johnny was dying, but it was the most beautiful and frozen dawn Elisha had ever seen. He’d laid on the ground and stared through red stains at a bloody sun and bloody clouds and night’s last death whisper. Even the blind remember a dawn like that.”
― Kendra L. Saunders, Inanimate Objects

“She’s the one who finally kept that sun from rising.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Anne went up the narrow stairs and into that little east room with a full heart. It was as a shrine to her. Here her mother had dreamed the exquisite, happy dreams of anticipated motherhood; here that red sunrise light had fallen over both of them in the sacred hour of birth; here her mother had died. Anne looked about her reverently, her eyes dim with tears. It was for her one of the jewelled hours of life that gleam out radiantly forever in memory.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne Of The Island

“No sunrise without sacrifice.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission

“Morning's Serenade by Stewart Stafford

Stirred by a magpie's auction bids,
I opened up our curtained eyelids,
To pale dawn's reverential blinking,
Beyond my lady's distant inkling.

Anointed by the infant sun's rays,
I stand in regal morning’s praise;
Surveying virgin domain’s expanse,
Before the hatchling public dance.

The early-risen owl hoots carried far,
The songbirds played off fading stars,
Cockcrow drew in a loping red fox,
Scattering fawns and sheep flocks.

My lady spent, sports a drowsy crown,
Her chest rises, then slowly down,
Cityscape visions to last night's desire,
Golden tresses tossed in oriole fire.

To the kitchen, a connoisseur's start,
A lover's labour, a chef's work of art,
Crack avian treasures, new life's motif.
Ground coffee, perfumed weekend relief.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The sun you ran away from yesterday has appeared before you again today! The truth you ran away from yesterday will also appear before you again!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“That moment when you desperately needed someone...but the world pushed you aside. That moment when you desperately wanted an understanding shoulder...but remained left aside....For those caught up in the fog of wanting and forsakenness...For them are these words of mine....Gaze at the dawn that makes you halt in the middle of racing thoughts....Be bewildered ...at how the meadows hold so many flowers...Delve into a book that takes you to another world....for they will come with arms around your shoulder when it is shaky...My friends...they are the bringers of light...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“But then the light hit the back of Iris’s hair, a golden-blue halo circling her features. The single braid she wore twisted around the side of her neck, dipping down to her waist, the small curls that framed her face an ethereal gold. She turned to face him fully, then, meeting his too-long stare. And the halo was gone.”
― Ashton Morgan, The Music of Monsters

“Let's gather together by the sea again and pour what we have held back for ages, for in such release, do we see the light filling the souls. To give out light, we must release the dark of the deep first...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Dawn opens as the sky in spring and sunset as the banquet in heaven. But only the awakened souls can sense the feast.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When you swirl as a soul of light, this earth and heaven break loose in ecstasy. for you spin out of the dark into the opening of dawn.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Every moment is a festival as you enter the kingdom of soul as it is a search for eternity. This is the meeting of the human with God inside and every moment, a day dawns, sunlight falls, secrets are torn and fresh flowers open.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The dark woke to light that washed away the night. The world saw the gold and sang out dawn.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“It's the longing to live as loss becomes the way to light, and all the way to God. Born again, fiery and flourishing with sun in the spirit, a luminous treasure.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“All that remains is the faraway light, the lingering longing despite the melancholy, the wealth of joy that dulls the edge of pain, for the soul of dreams is filled with light, and in it, every despair has burned away.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Write out your pain till the end of night, and to the opening of a new sunrise, pen your pain till the end of your torment, and to the beginning of delight.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Life is so fragile and uncertain that every daybreak is a miracle, almost a triumph. That first blush in the sky is all the hope of the world distilled into light. I watch the dark fade, and say to myself, “Okay, I’m still here,â€� and the more sunrises I see, the more I feel as if I’ll live to see another twenty thousand.”
― Dean Koontz, The Other Emily

“So I loved you, to be fully alive, to sense my life before its over; to explore the places of my deep where feelings become music and moments turn into sonnets; So I desired you, to take birth again, to find joy in the womb of dark; to root both feet into the ground, yet to fly in the air; to explore our depths out of which love would spring as a sea of light; to feel the moment when our eyes would meet as sunlight kisses the waves; to sense the madness when our lips would meet as moonlight fills the night; to cut through all the impermanence, and sense one moment of eternity.”
― JAYITA BHATTACHARJEE

“They say: All there remains are memories.
But in poetry, I say: ' I traced our moments with verses of light, strewn on the hills where our memories gently sleep. There, they scatter the echoes of bygone times as daylight kisses the earth, and explode as starlight when the night quietly cries.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Beneath the dark, plays the wild winds of dawn. There, the song of God calls the soul like whispers drifting from the ocean. And the sky hums in laughter. From the belly of heaven, floats the echoes, each ripple singing of God, as blossoms bloom in shades of gold; and the sky breaks loose in laughter, holding light inside, for this is the sunrise, washing away the night. Faraway, the mountains stand, still and strong; and, the valleys of grief, they too, are bathed in rays of gold. Every peak and valley is washed anew, for the kiss of dawn on the earth fills all around with the scent of God. And joy rises in the dawn-lit soul”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“One seed, one crack, and the light of a new life, for morning has made its way into the soul.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“As snowflakes kiss the earth, hearts bundle up to ignite the light of love. For this is the quest, to gather for the lost fire beneath the sheets of snow as the hearts are riotous for love.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Let me tell you about the dawn, the birds, and the opening buds, so you will feel hope in your veins; Let me tell you about the sunsets, the stars, and the whispers of night, so you will sense love in your deep; Let me tell you about the flowers that refuse to die even on the desert sands, and you will know endurance in your bones; Let me tell you about the story of sunset and sunrise, so you will know, that night only melts to mingle with the day. Let me tell you, this is the grand love affair of something called life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Sweetness can only be ripened in agony, for the sweetest music flies from the mouth of torment. Dawn opens with a face of burnished gold only through the night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the splendor of dawn, is a blessing,
for the night has wept its way into the light,
and agony breaks loose into ecstasy.
This is the sunrise, spreading over the soul,
revealing the fields of light again.
This is a blessing,
turning the rivers of tears,
into rivers of gold.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the end, all that remains are the distant memories of a life fully lived, the fragile snowflakes of yesteryears. One must live it deeply, both the sunrise and sunset years of the journey, not fearfully, but fearlessly, for the great adventure that it is.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Burnt by longing, your heart carries the light of a morning sunrise. Away from the affair of the world, you are in the affair of the heart. When night falls, your heart carries a lamp and so you become light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Gaze deeply as the sky unfolds from daylight into crimson. Remain in awe at how the sky blushes as the sun leaves its farewell touch behind. Like the unfolding of day and night, you too unfold from season to season, moment to moment. Who you were a day ago is altered into who you are now. Who you are today will be altered into who you will be tomorrow. This alteration brings in the metamorphosis of the soul.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee