Quotes About Awakening

He let in the light.

Birds sing sweetly, but someone awakened by them at 5 A.M. of a summer morning might dispute the adverb.

Just then the branches lightly stirred… See, out o' the apple boughs a bird Bursts music-mad into the blue abyss...

Coffee makes it possible to get out of bed. Chocolate makes it worthwhile.

He who sleeps in the raw, is in for a nude awakening.

What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup.

A morning without coffee is like sleep.

I make serious coffee — so strong it wakes up the neighbors.

Coffee, n. break fluid.

Coffee makes grisly mornings bearable.

Coffee sparks our morning fuse.

Coffee and a barista kind Prepare me for the morning grind

I just realized I'm not a morning person — I'm a coffee person.

I must get up. My coffee needs me.

Coffee — the pleasing nectar of Goddess Morning.

Coffee smiles us into the day.

Ah well, a morning with weak coffee is still beaucoup better than a morning with no coffee.

I teach you to know the wonder and the mystery of existence — not to analyse it but to enjoy it, not to make a theory out of it but to make a dance out of it. The whole existence is dancing, except men. They have become a big graveyard. I am calling you to come out of your graves.

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, perhaps your soul has never been in bloom.

The sap was rising in the pines. The willows and aspens were bursting out in young buds. Shrubs and vines were putting on fresh garbs of green. Crickets sang in the nights, and in the days all manner of creeping, crawling things rustled forth into the sun. Partridges and woodpeckers were booming and knocking in the forest. Squirrels were chattering, birds singing, and overhead honked the wild-fowl driving up from the south in cunning wedges that split the air. From

Or maybe that was a dream, too, and the awakening would be the changing of the watches, when he would drop down out of his bunk in the lurching forecastle and go up on deck, under the tropic stars, and take the wheel and feel the cool tradewind blowing through his flesh.

He hated the oblivion of sleep. There was too much to do, too much of life to live. He grudged every moment of life sleep robbed him of, and before the clock had ceased its clattering he was head and ears in the washbasin and thrilling to the cold bite of the water.

That first repulsion had been really a fear of her undiscovered self, and the fear had gone to sleep.

Your goddamn bloodsucking boyfriend's been promising to change you for eight years! Jen said grimly. Wake up and smell the plasma, Beth!