Morning After Quotes

“If we only see things through the cold-eyed lens of factuality and don’t listen to the yearning and screaming of unexpressed feelings, life may remain bleak in a mire of clinical hollowness, sodden in apathy and indifference. ("Morning after")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Love is priceless experiential learning that can breathe life into a story that does not show us as glorious heroes or unsatiable egos but as patient and expectant partners.( "Morning after")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“He paused at the bedroom door, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked right out like it was any other morning, and he and Jack would be having breakfast as if they hadn't had sex the night before.
"Morning," he said, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.
"Mmm," D grunted.
"You done in the bathroom?"
D blinked. No, I jus' took a little breather in the middle a my mornin' beauty ritual ta come out here 'n' chat with ya. A course I'm done.”
― Jane Seville, Zero at the Bone

“And anyway, never, never apologise the morning after for what your hormones were telling you last night.”
― Paul Russell, The Coming Storm

“Good morning, nightmare!”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“You hear that, boys? No one is responsible for your actions but you. Do you want to be someone’s morning-after regret? Because if so, you’re a terrible person, and you deserve to go to jail. If not, spare some thought to the consequences before you decide to pick up that drunk chick at the bar.”
― K.B. Rainwater, Bite Me

“The feeling of the morning after the night before is not a sensation endured by the dissolute only: every morning, for every human being, is in some sort a morning after the night before...”
― Patrick Hamilton, The Slaves of Solitude

“Everyone who made love the night before
Was walking around with flashing red lights
On top of their heads—a white-haired old gentleman,
A red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman
Who smiled at me from across the street
And gave a little secret shrug,
As if the flashing red light on her head
Was a small price to pay for what she knew.”
― Hugo Williams, Collected Poems

“Aftershock by Stewart Stafford

Sitting by myself at the firepit,
The dregs of last night's inferno,
Still charcoal from vibrant flame,
Charred bones of the festivities.

Dropped food and empty bottles,
A littering ring, now seen in light,
The laughs and drunken banter,
Distant echoes that bring smiles.

Head throbs, chill morning breeze,
Take two pills and zip up my jacket,
Post-party blues gripping onto me,
Happiness, revisit on swiftest wings!

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Cassian strutted in at last, greeting Mor with a chipper, 'You look terrible- Helion keep you up all night?'

She threw her spoon at him. Then her porridge.

Cassian caught the first and shielded against the other, his Siphon blazing like an awakening ember. Porridge slid to the floor.

'Helion wanted you to join,' she mildly replied, refilling her tea. 'Quite badly.'

'Maybe next time,' Cassian said.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“There had been, to put it mildly, a vibe shift.”
― Maureen Johnson, Nine Liars