Quotes About Awakening

Happy are those lovers who, when their senses require rest, can fall back upon the intellectual enjoyments afforded by the mind! Sweet sleep then comes, and lasts until the body has recovered its general harmony. On awaking, the senses are again active and always ready to resume their action.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, love.

I have always felt that the moment when first you wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that... absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not one jot. The possibility is always there.

When virtue has slept, she will get up more refreshed.

I stayed awake all night, anxiously waiting for daylight, so that I could fully return to my new life, to rediscover the happiness I had known as a child, the joy that had stayed alive inside me even through times when being alive itself became a burden. These days I live in three worlds: my dreams, and the experiences of my new life, which trigger memories from the past.

It's always a pleasure watching you wake up, he commented. But sometimes I wonder if you want me only for my coffee. Well... She grinned at him and sipped again. I really like the food, too. And the sex isn't bad.

She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.

Yet what happened in fact? In the middle of the night John woke up and saw me sleeping beside him with no doubt a look of peace on my face, even of bliss, bliss is not unattainable in this world. He saw me—saw me as I was at that moment—took fright, hurriedly strapped the armour back over his heart, this time with chains and a double padlock, and stole out into the darkness.

You're a baby, said Robert. You've been asleep all your life. It's time to wake up. Why do you think they give you charity, you and the children? Because they think you are harmless, your eyes aren't opened, you don't see the truth around you.

Entonces quiero hablar filosofía ahora! ¿Qué pasa si no me despierto? ¿Por qué no está permitido que venga aquí don Quijote? –Don Quijote puede cruzar los mares y venir, pero tiene que hacerlo en un libro, como el que lo trajo cuando llegó hasta ti. No puede aparecerse en carne y hueso. En cuanto a no despertarse, si no nos despertamos nunca, entonces… nada, nada, nada. Eso es lo que quiero decir con filosofía.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

The thing had woken him up as usual, an alarm clock. as reliable and stiff off the ground as Big Fucking Ben. [John Matthew]

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

Estaba muerto hasta que me encontraste, aunque respiraba. Estaba ciego, aunque podía ver. Y entonces llegaste tú… y estaba despierto. (Zsadist, Amante despierto)

and Billy rolled in. "Thought you might like some wake-up." Bingo

Morning is coming." Just like a freight train.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trez frowned at the sound. Cracking one eye open, he found his brother standing over his bed, Boo the black cat in the male's arms, an expression of disapproval narrowing those icy eyes. His brother's, not the cat's.

Apesar de respirar, estava morto até me encontrares. Apesar de ver, estava cego. Depois, vieste… e despertaste-me.

One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.