Quotes About Awakening

This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Much is revealed about a person about his or her passion, or indifference, to this opening of the door of day. No one who loves dawn, and is abroad to see it, could be a stranger to me.

When I woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars and I was covered with blossoms.

Doesn't anybody in the world anymore want to get up in the middle of the night and sing?

Don't bother me. I've just been born.

I don't want to be demure or respectable. I was that way, asleep, for years. That way, you forget too many important things.

I stood like Adam in his lonely garden On that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.

Every year the hatchlings wake in the swaying branches, in the silver baskets, and love the world. Is it necessary to say any more? Have you heard them singing in the wind, above the final fields? Have you ever been so happy in your life?

I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

When I wake, and you are already wiping the stars away

But perhaps you're still sleeping. I could wake you with a touch or a kiss. But so could I shake the petals from the wild rose which blossoms so silently and perfectly, and I do not.

When the thumb of fear lifts, we are so alive.

Poetry and its creations, philosophy and its researches and classifications, alike awoke the sleeping ideas in my mind, and gave me new ones.

It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

But liberty had been a useless gift to me had I not, as I awakened to reason, at the same time awakened to revenge.

Why do these two always wake up feeling dramatic?

There's that first few seconds, right when you wake up in the morning, when your head is absolutely clear. It's like a computer booting up—its screen perfectly clean and white—before the train wreck of your desktop clogs everything up with its disorganized jumble of crap.

There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defences of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.

She called, Au ror a! in a penetrating voice that could cause a small bird to fall dead out of the sky.

It was as if a volcano were cracking open, yet the people at the foot of the mountain ignored the sudden fissures, the black fumes, the boiling trickles, and went on believing that their only danger was to acknowledge the reality of these signs.

Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men.

That's what empathy does—it calls us all to task, the conservative and the liberal, the powerful and the powerless, the oppressed and the oppressor. We are all shaken out of our complacency. We are all forced beyond our limited vision.

I felt as if I had woken up to find a blue sun in the yellow sky, or heard animals speaking like men.

In almost every successful social movement of the last century, from Gandhi's campaign against British rule to the Solidarity movement in Poland to the anti-apartheid movement in South Africa, democracy was the result of a local awakening.

Mostly, however, I am a mystic. A mystic is someone who understands, contacts, and maps the invisible roads inside of us. Since I was a child, I've always felt as comfortable navigating these inner highways as I have moving on the external plane of existence. It seems that I show up in people's lives when they're ready to cross a threshold into more consciousness, healing, and awakening.