Quotes About Awakening

You do not know what all around you see in Esther Summerson, how many hearts she touches and awakens, what sacred admiration and what love she wins. --Mr. Woodcourt

the old inquiry: 'I hope you care to be recalled to life?' And the old answer: 'I can't say.

First—Recalled to Life I. The Period II. The Mail III. The Night Shadows IV. The Preparation V. The

We are only able to continue our ravaging of the planet under the cover of pretense. How is it that we as a society take no action, when the awful artifacts of our way of life on this planet lay strewn all around us? How is it that we continue to hurtle toward an obvious abyss? It is only because we have been rendered blind and insensate.

undistorted interpretation of external sounds in the mind of a dreamer could not continue to exist in a dreaming mind, because that touch of relative realness would be of awakening and not of dreaming.

Michel Samaha, a Lebanese politician with strong public links to the government in Damascus, calls the revolution against President Bashar al-Assad "a Salafist awakening.

To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations...

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

Morning isn't just the sun coming up anew over the horizon — you are, too.

And this prime hour of fragrance is the hour so many miss upon beds of sloth, never half knowing what a beautiful, marvellous world is around them. Not all the long hours of day can possibly bring back again the charm and blessedness of this, either to the body or to the soul.

Every dawn relights my soul.

I wake to sunlight's morning caress and beautiful golden shine.

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night.

Little is to be expected of that day... to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly-acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells...

I like my coffee black and my mornings bright.

Nature is new every morning.

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs which they have smothered and forgotten.

I yearn to fall asleep to the rose-scented burning-pink smoke and dreamy aromas of soul-poetry, so that I wake to a poem-tinted dawn and morning's sweet fragrance lays out my new day's path in flowers of purpose and joy.

Iam-se amodorrando e foram despertados por Baleia, que trazia nos dentes um preá. Levantaram-se todos gritando. O menino mais velho esfregou as pálpebras, afastando pedaços de sonho. Sinha Vitória beijava o focinho de Baleia, e como o focinho estava ensanguentado, lambia o sangue e tirava proveito do beijo.

Roused from the sleep of countless centuries by alcoholism and political hysteria, primitive traits had reasserted themselves in the modern world. (pg. 165)

Evangelical preaching was also characterized by the extemporaneous interlacing of biblical passages with descriptive evangelical terminology that was designed to awaken people emotionally to their sins and cause them to tremble, shed tears, and fall to the ground.

Perhaps, but this Awakening felt very different from those in the past. A peculiar sensation seemed to spread throughout his body, propelled by the very beating of his heart. Within his veins, lycan blood mixed with his own, merging in an unexpected alchemical reaction. He felt a change come over him, a fundamental transformation in his very nature. Power such as he had never known surged through his veins. His eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of jet-black orbs. Hybrid eyes.

Twelve thousand years after walking the plank, Rakesh woke on the floor of his tent. He was lying face-down on a blue and gold sleeping mat; he drew in a deep breath to savour the rich scent of its fibres. This was the tent he'd carried with him on all his travels on Shab-e-Noor, and it remained with him wherever he went.

Wake up, my guest / You have slept long / In the house of my ribs, / The House of my heart / Wake up now, / See through my eyes, / Walk with my feet, / Yush, my old friend