Quotes About Awakening

In many instances, however, I would expect such instances of discomfort to draw our attention to the ways in which we have drunk deep from Babylon's cup and are tempted to remain in our stupor.

any type of nearby threat. Finally, he opened his eyes

Katie James kept waking up. It was nothing unusual; it was just how she was. A noise here, an internal thought there, a nightmare that seemed so real she could touch it, kept hammering away. She finally rose, got some water and settled in an armchair, flicked on a reading light, and picked up the latest Lee Child thriller.

As a way of getting in touch with my origins every night I set the alarm clock for the time I was born so that waking up becomes a historical reenactment and the first thing I do

Degrur, that doesn't make any sense at all." "I just woke up

And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.

We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

Booboo, we've been over this. I can't be asleep if we're talking.

There's something elementally horrific about waking before dawn.

Receive every day as a resurrection from death, as a new enjoyment of life.

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!

This was not judgment day—only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.

No carece de encantos un mundo tan terrible, no carece de madrugadas que merecen un despertar.

He's dreaming, Cloquet thought, as he stood over him, revolver in hand. He's dreaming, and I exist in reality. Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak.

triple cruda: con el arribo del alba, el pecador despierta torturado por la resaca física del ron, la resaca económica correspondiente a los billetes que dilapidó y peor que todo: la hija de puta cruda moral, que a decir de los verdaderos libertinos es privativa de espíritus débiles.

I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal.

Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home.

Although he kept late hours, Roger Mifflin was a prompt riser. It is only the very young who find satisfaction in lying abed in the morning. Those who approach the term of the fifth decade are sensitively aware of the fluency of life, and have no taste to squander it among the blankets.

That's the kind of thing, if you get to thinking about, that could wake you in the middle of night. I didn't want my nights to have any middles.

That's the kind of thing that will wake you up in the middle of the night. I don't want to have a night with any middle

It's spring," Mike said. "Oh, yes, of course, jolly old spring!" said Gissing, as though this was something he had known all along, and had just forgotten for the moment. But he didn't know. This was his first spring, for he was only ten months old.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.

Awake before the sun is risen, I call for my pen and papers and desk.