Quotes About Awakening

All my life until that night, I'd never heard such a horrible and unforgettable sound. When I did, I woke with a start,

History is a bunk on which I am trying to awaken

We are not just humans learning to become buddhas, but also buddhas waking up in human form, learning to become fully human.

He felt at times that he was kind of a vegetable and he longed for something--even pain-- to pierce him, to bring him alive.

We sang the last chords as we burst into my room, waking up Merlin who had been sleeping contently on my bed. Fern snuggled next to him also asleep, still asleep.

I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.

He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in

woken up by houseboy Mañuel 10:00:07 a.m.—Quietly utter the word "snooze," letting Mañuel

Of course I knew. It was the reason I was no longer comatose after an entire life of sleepwalking.

And his celebration woke up Henry and Leo

In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.

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Misli su se nakratko zaljubile u postojanje pa smo ponosni što jesmo. I naši koraci, lišeni sanjala?ke stidljivosti, kaljaju sjene, gaze?i ih samouvjereno i sigurno. Trenutak budnosti, samo trenutak, i mreže pri proste stvarnosti pucaju pa možemo vidjeti što smo: iluzije vlastite misli.

Everything which borders on torment wakens the psychologist in each of us

To shake people up, to wake them from their sleep, while knowing you are committing a crime and that it would be a thousand times better to leave them alone, since when they wake, too, you have nothing to offer them. . . .

Tanto valeva che non si fossero risvegliati dal loro sonno secolare – mormorò il signor Holker con un lungo sospiro, prendendo posto nello scompartimento del carrozzone.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

When one has been awakened so that he will conserve all the life forces and let them be distributed to the nerves in the natural way, then let them go coursing along the nerves to every atom of the body, without deforming it with thoughts of sex-lust or passion, the exhilaration will be permanent and the sensation will far transcend that of sex. The serpent will be lifted up and will need to crawl on its belly through the murk and mire of lust and passion.

Then the soul, freed from vice, purged by studies of true philosophy, versed in spiritual life, and practised in matters of the intellect, devoted to the contemplation of her own substance, as if awakened from deepest sleep, opens those eyes which all possess but few use, and sees in herself a ray of that light which is the true image of the angelic beauty communicated to her, and of which she then communicates a faint shadow to the body.

Yes, he had been there: chafing and pushing and pounding, trying to awaken a frozen girl. The battle was awful because the girl wished to be awakened but was terrified of the unknown. Every movement that seemed to bring her closer to him, to bring them closer together, had its violent recoil, driving them farther apart. Both clung to a fantasy rather than to each other, tried to suck pleasure from the crannies of the mind, rather than surrender the secrets of the body.

I was happy. I loved the night, I loved t so much it almost hurt. In the night everything seemed possible. I wasn't sleepy at all.

Chilled-looking people walking along the riverside, the snow beginning, faintly, to pile up on the roofs of cars, the bare trees shaking their heads left and right, dry leaves tossing in the wind. The silver of the metal window sash sparkling coldly. Soon after, I heard sensei call, "Mikage! Are you awake? It's snowing, look! It's snowing!" "I'm coming!" I called out, standing up. I got dressed to begin another day. Over and over, we begin again.