Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

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It feels like the mornings clap their hands. To make me wake. ― Markus Zusak

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But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.

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Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. ― Jean Giraudoux

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Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you.

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You’ve got to get up every morning with determination if you’re going to go to bed with satisfaction. — George Horace Lorimer

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Good morning and happy Sunday! May your day be as bright as the sun, as peaceful as a quiet morning, and as joyful as laughter shared with loved ones.

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You are the softness of the morning dew! — Avijeet Das

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My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can. – Cary Grant

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Without education, you are not going anywhere in this world. ― Malcolm X

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