By Steve Jobs
Every morning brings you new hopes and new opportunities. Don’t miss any one of them while you’re sleeping. Good morning!
Awake and arise to enjoy life’s fiesta, otherwise your sleep will continue into a morning siesta. Good morning.
If you have a good morning today, you will have a good night, which will help you to sleep tight and make the next day nice and bright. So I wish you good morning with all my might.
Rise and shine my dear sleepy husband, its time you start your day by opening your eyes to the bright day and not keep on lazing. Have a good morning hubby.
Every morning I wake up and find you sleeping, I kiss you gently taking care not to wake you up, but sometimes I catch you smiling. This is the best part of my day. Good morning dear.
Every morning you have two choices: continue to sleep with dreams, or wake up and chase them.
Rise and shine, Sleepyhead! The sun is shining and the birds are chirping! Today is a brand new day!
Awake from your sleep. Say hello to the day. Put on your fighting gear; it’s time to tackle the day!
In the world, there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
Aesthetic life is not something sophisticated – that’s a humanistic lie. Aesthetic life is as integral to being human as building sandcastles on the beach and giving your children names.
In judging of a beautiful statue, the aesthetic faculty is absolutely and completely gratified by the splendid curves of those marble lips that are dumb to our complaint, the noble modeling of those limbs that are powerless to help us.
Art has the qualities of aesthetic beauty, purity, transcendence.
Love is an aesthetic, studded with fairy tales.
It’s odd that there is a high level of appreciation of nature. There is the aesthetic side that really loves nature and beauty.
If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.
I love you most in that place between coffee and sleep.
A sense of humour is the only divine quality of man.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
I’m a dreamer. I freely and readily admit that. But I consider that one of my strongest qualities.