The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
Charles DickensThe white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
Charles DickensHave I yet to learn that the hardest and best-borne trials are those which are never chronicled in any earthly record, and are suffered every day!
Charles DickensThe night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.
Charles Dickens