Quotes About Awakening

He has to come to it on his own.

Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee?

You have slept millions and millions of years. Why not wake up this morning?

The knowing heart is receptive to the intelligence of Being and is guided by Being. When the heart is awakened and purified, it establishes a connection to Spirit; our finest and noblest capacities are unlocked, our sacred humanness is revealed. What it comes down to, the distillation of all wisdoms, is this: we can rejoin our isolated wills with Love's Will through the knowing of the heart.

Traditional Sufi wisdom teaches that we are the creation and manifestation of Infinite Love, and that every event and circumstance of our lives serves to awaken us and remind us that true happiness and security is to be found in the deepest center of ourselves where we are closest to that Infinite Love, where our true needs will be met. ~Shaikh Kabir Helminski

U selu poput ovoga uvijek se na nešto ?ekalo: ili da neko do?e, ili da ode, na ro?enje nekog djeteta ili na ne?iju smrt. Uspavano je selo vazdan iš?ekivalo kakav doga?aj, tek bi se tada prenulo.

At the magic touch of the beautiful the secret chords of our being are awakened, we vibrate and thrill in response to its call. Mind speaks to mind. We listen to the unspoken, we gaze upon the unseen. The master calls forth notes we know not of. Memories long forgotten all come back to us with a new significance. Hopes stifled by fear, yearnings that we dare not recognise, stand forth in new glory.

A sa naissance, il entre dans le royaume des rêves pour ne s'éveiller à la réalité qu'au moment de sa mort.

By the time the first light appeared in the sky she felt herself transformed by the desire to be known, completely.

Time slowly begins to move. Even as we begin to awaken to mundane daily life... I don't want us to forget... the sadness of living on the backs of unseen sacrifices.

The ending of irrational fantasies is always going to come as a rude jolt.

My major aim in writing is to set out flags and issue wake-up calls.

I saw Jesus walk into my bedroom.

But it's fun to be something, have that, and you don't have to be real. It's like, comedians. They go on and they're doing all these jokes. I would be like that if I were more awake.

Marxists basically like to think that the spirit of history or human consciousness made a terrible boob. The awakening message was intended for classes, but by some terrible postal error was delivered to nations.

Mankind is soon out of the 'DARK AGES'.

My painting is a contest between life and sleep.

Awaken its powers, and it will respect itself.

Todo le recibe como si le esperase desde siempre, y puede mirar a los perros y a los gatos frente a frente, lo cual nosotros no hacemos nunca. El niño pasa del sueño a la vigilia dentro de una misma palabra, sin ruptura, sin trauma, y va por la casa despertando a lo que siempre estuvo dormido, hasta que él llegó.

Retirado en la paz de estos desiertos, con pocos, pero doctos libros juntos, vivo en conversación con los difuntos, y escucho con mis ojos a los muertos. Si no siempre entendidos, siempre abiertos, o enmiendan, o fecundan mis asuntos; y en músicos callados contrapuntos al sueño de la vida hablan despiertos.

Without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.

For four years I have been wearing blinders. I thought all this time I walked a path of cobblestones, and it turns out to have been an avenue of stars! For four years, my head has been caught in a box. Its sides were painted with pleasant enough scenes, but that I should have thought this was the world!

For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and its crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and denounced.

With rake and seeds and sower, And hoe and line and reel, When the meadows shrill with "peeping" And the old world wakes from sleeping, Who wouldn't be a grower That has any heart to feel?