Quotes About Awakening

The Soul's Awakening expression on his face became intensified. Before my revolted eyes Augustus Fink-Nottle definitely smirked.

He thought about the highest and holiest in life and of what nature it might be: that perhaps it exists only as a dream and cannot survive reality, the awakening. But that it does nevertheless exist. That perfect love exists and the Holy Land exists; it is just that we cannot reach it.

Not only had its expression, as he spoke of Pauline, been that of a stuffed frog with a touch of the Soul's Awakening about it, but it

It is in the spring that the ache for the larger life comes on us, and this was a particularly mellow spring morning.

Mr. Crocker was swallowing convulsively, as if testing his larynx with a view to speech. Like Saul of Tarsus, he had been stricken dumb by the sudden bright light which his wife's words had caused to flash upon him.

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

Es la hora, amor mío, de apartar esta rosa sombría, cerrar las estrellas, enterrar la ceniza en la tierra: y en la insurrección de la luz, despertar con los que despertaron o seguir en el sueño alcanzando la otra orilla del mar que no tiene otra orilla.

He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tierra, de agua

It's today: all of yesterday was falling between fingers of light and sleepy eyes

Nunca ame sino sombras que transforme en estatuas y no sabia yo que no vivia Mi orgullo me iba transformando en piedra, hasta que tu, Rosia, despertando desnuda, despertaste mi sangre y mis deberes.

Ho?u da uradim s tobom ono što prolje?e radi s trešnjama.

You have to wake people up! To revolutionize their way of identifying things...you've got to create images they won't accept.

Discerning placement of a comma does not atone for a spiritual coma.

I shall remold my consciousness. In this new year I am a new person. And I shall change my consciousness again and again until I have driven away all the darkness of ignorance and manifested the shining light of Spirit in whose image I am made.

At night human beings have a glimpse of their real Self, the soul; each morning upon awakening the majority again take up their mistaken identity as a mortal man or woman.

We are in a dream state. The only way to wake up is to refuse to recognize anything as reality except God. Otherwise you will again and again sink to your knees in a mud of suffering that is of your own making, until you realize that neither good fortune nor evil fortune is real, that He alone is real. Then all earthly delusions (disease and health, joy and sorrow, life and death) will pass away.

The consciousness of a perfected yogi is effortlessly identified not with a narrow body but with the universal structure.

A dreaming person does not know that a nightmare is unreal until he wakes up.

My guru, awake in God, knew this world to be nothing but an objectivized dream of the Creator.

She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.

How strange to be in a dream one moment and in the world the next, and to know the difference in the blink of an eye.

sólo estamos despiertos a medias.