There’s beauty in the silver singing river, there’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky, but none of these and nothing else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love’s eyes.
– Bob Dylan
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.
– Horace Mann
What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?
– Margaret Atwood
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