I can tell the time, though, by speak-ing, and as I nev-er sleep I can wak-en you at an-y hour you wish to get up in the morn-ing.'
'That's nice,' said the little girl; 'only I never wish to get up in the morning.

I don’t have time to wake up early. — UNKNOWN

Women never have a half-hour in all their lives (excepting before or after anybody is up in the house) that they can call their own, without fear of offending or of hurting someone. Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have 'no time in the day to themselves.' 1852

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience— unless they are still up.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience — unless they are still up.

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience, unless they are still up.

The only case in which I can conceive a person having breakfast over night is that he is not likely to have it next morning.

Really, why am I doing this anymore? It makes me crazy. I hate getting up early in the morning, and I don't particularly like doing the show.

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise,
Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

I was raised on the good book Jesus
Till I read between the lines
Now I don't believe I ever wanna see the morning

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

When you grow up, son, never ever go to bed at night knowing that there was something you could have done during the day to strike a blow against injustice and you didn’t do it.

Anyway, it's a lie when they say your eyes just blink awake. Bleary and cloudy, then as the starch gradually settles to the bottom and the skim rises to the top, at last my eyes wearily open. Mornings seem forced to me. So much sadness rises up, I can't bear it. I hate it, I really do. I'm an awful sight in the morning. My legs feel so exhausted that, already, I don't want to do a thing. I wonder if it's because I don't sleep well. It's a lie when they say you feel healthy in the morning. Mornings are grey. Always the same. Absolutely empty. Lying in bed each morning, I'm always so pessimistic. It's awful, really. All kinds of terrible regrets converge at once in my mind, and my heart stops up as I writhe in agony.
Mornings are torture.

Can't get up in the morning lately and I'm just sunk in a dream I'm always the ship in the stream