I wake up laughing. Yes, I wake up in the morning and there I am just laughing my head off.

Do not shorten the morning by getting up late; look upon it as the quintessence of life, as to a certain extent sacred.

I wake up in the morning and my heart is light, man. It’s not heavy. I don’t have skeletons in the closet on their way out.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.

Never lose hope, there are always possibilities if you just look for them.

Every morning, my dad would have me looking in the mirror and repeat: “Today is going to be a great day; I can, and I will.

Life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

I dwell in possibility.

Today is not just another day. It’s a new opportunity.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

Make the most of today.

I care less about my wake-up time than about the number of hours slept.

Every day holds the possibility of a miracle.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.

These morning practices are what fuel me; keeping my routine is not about willpower.

Today will never happen again. Don’t waste it with a false start or no start at all.