Quotes About Awakening

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

Know this Mr. Davis. I am not crazy. I am not sane. I am not alive. I am not dead. I am not even the human being who you call Dr. Vigo Andersen. I was never born and I will never die. I am an eternal being. I am that I am. This, what you call reality, is just a collective dream. I was about to wake up from it permanently when I was yanked back into this temporal space. I did not try to kill myself. I tried to wake up.

It is literature,' said Kafka smiling. 'Flight from reality.' 'So poetry is lies?' 'No. Poetry is a condensate, an essence. Literature, on the other hand, is a relaxation, a means of pleasure which alleviates the unconscious life, a narcotic.' 'And poetry?' 'Poetry is exactly the opposite. Poetry is an awakening.' 'So poetry tends towards religion.' 'I would not say that. But certainly to prayer.

The ice-cold ritual baths of the Jews and Brahmins; the vigils of Buddha's disciples and of the Christian ascetics; the torments of Indian fakirs to keep from falling asleep—these are all nothing but external, crystallized rituals, which like broken columns bear witness to the seeker: "Here, very long ago, stood a mysterious temple dedicated to awakening.

If you want to overcome death itself, whose armor is sleep, dream, and dullness, you must climb from one step of awakening to the next. Imagine: the lowest step of this heavenly ladder is called "genius." What name shall we then give to the highest ones? They remain unknown to the multitudes and are considered to be legend

Everybody could attain this if he had the key. The key consists simply in becoming aware of one's "form of the Self or of one's skin, even though one may be asleep, in discovering the narrow crack through which consciousness slips between waking and deep sleep.

Everyone says its a myth until one day something happens in the streets that brings it back to life.

Man is firmly convinced that he is awake in reality he is caught in a net of sleep and dreams which he has unconsciously woven himself.

Del salón en el angulo oscuro de su dueño tal vez olvidada silenciosa y cubierta de polvo veiase el arpa ¡Cuanta nota dormia en sus cuerdas como el pájaro duerme en las ramas esperando la mano de nieve que sabe arrancarlas -¡Ay!-pensé-.¡Cuantas veces el genio asi duerme en el fondo del alma,,como Lazaro,espera que le diga:"¡Levantate y anda!" y una voz

Nothing glows brighter than the heart awakened to the unseen light of Love that lives within it.

Ammar's eyes opened without warning, vivid and blue, the same color as her own. He looked at her. She watched him settle into an awareness of the day, what morning it was.

I did not even know this existed...this world, I did not know. I thought it existed only in one's head, and in dreams....And now: here I am.

What is this moment called when we suddenly recognize what we have never seen? And which gives us a joy like a wound?

Reborn.    I screamed and the scream woke me.    My head felt as if it would explode with the new knowledge. I wasn't a dog; I was a man . I had existed before as a man and somehow I had become trapped inside an animal's body. A dog's body. How? And why?

Sometimes it simply requires opening your eyes." To know it's not the end...it's only just the beginning of a new life..

Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to wake us up and help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.

You just got sprung. Nig Rosewater out there? Clete asked. Nig Rosewater hasn't been up at this hour since World War II.

At four-twenty every morning I wake and have no idea where or who I am.

WHEN ISHMAEL WOKE, the walls of his trench were seeping water and the dawn was colder than it should have been, the sky an unnatural and ubiquitous pale color that had less to do with the rising of the sun than the passing of the night.

Sometimes I dream of sleepiness, sometimes I feel like I'm alive.