Quotes About Awakening

move him into the sun- gently its touch awoke him once

I can't say that I woke this morning; the fitter expression would be, that I recovered my senses.

How could this sense of right survive if it were not that in our hearts we feel this life to be only a part of life, this earthly dream only an embryonic prelude to a new birth, a new awakening;

In the movies, when you wake up after some sort of accident, you open your eyes and see the face of a loved one hovering above you, calling out your name, an incantation of love and worry and devotion. You look for the light. They bring you back from the brink.

Arise from out the dewy grass! Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Are given thee till the break of day.

Love without shadows stirs now beginning to waken as night advances. The descent made up of despairs and without accomplishment realizes a new awakening : which is a reversal of despair. For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation— a descent follows, endless and indestructible . Listen! — the pouring water! The dogs and trees conspire to invent a world—gone!

He began to suspect another, deeper layer of time, a time of stone and cloud and tree to which the time of clocks and calendars was a gross mockery cobbled up by savages. He felt the ways of men fall from him like sundered shackles.

Boy, I was daid.

He woke with the impression of light fading, but the room was dark. Afterimages, retinal flares. The sky outside hinted at the start of a recorded dawn. There were no voices now, only the rush of water, far down the face of the Intercontinental. In

There are two lives, the natural and the spiritual, and we must lose the one before we can participate in the other.

Our normal waking consciousness . . . is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the flimsiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different. We may go through life without suspecting their existence; but apply the requisite stimulus and at a touch they are all there in all their completeness . . . No account of the universe in its totality can be final which leaves these other forms of consciousness quite disregarded.

Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different. We may go through life without suspecting their existence; but apply the requisite stimulus, and at a touch they are there in all their completeness.

She slept but little. In the morning she found habit by her bedside; she clothed herself therein and faced the day.

Suppose that you go to bed tonight and sleep well. Sometime, in the middle of the night, while you are sleeping, a miracle happens and all the troubles that brought you here are resolved. When you wake up in the morning, what's the first small sign you'd see that would make you think, 'Well, something must have happened—the problem is gone!'?

Moments of insight deliver realizations and transformations.

Can I ask you a sort of strange question? Suppose that you go to bed tonight and sleep well. Sometime, in the middle of the night, while you are sleeping, a miracle happens and all the troubles that brought you here are resolved. When you wake up in the morning, what's the first small sign you'd see that would make you think, 'Well, something must have happened—the problem is gone!'?

You could also call it waking,' Krishna continues. 'Or intermission, as one scene in a play ends and the next hasn't yet begun.

And night, free at last, stirred, stretching, feral.

The future looks like gasoline. . . . crude oil . . . is the future before it has been refined. It is like a dream of the future, really, and like any dream it ends with a rude awakening.

This is all a dream and we're both asleep right now.

if we don't rebel, if we're not physically in an active rebellion, then it's spiritual death.

They have this majestic, glorious agony that they reawaken every day just by awakening.

The clock tells you it's time to wake up. One machine giving instructions to another.

Wieder, nur stärker als schon einmal vorher, hat sie das Gefühl, bisher gar nicht gelebt zu haben. Nur wenn man dieses Gefühl der Auflösung hat, nur wenn man anscheinend gar nicht da ist, sondern in einem anderen Wesen aufgeht, ist man ganz.