Quotes About Awakening

Break ups aren't always meant for make ups. Sometimes relationships end in order for you to wake up.

Don't allow for your last moments on this earth to be the first time waking up to what life is truly about.

The best things to life are unobserved whence wide awaken thereupon we close our eyes as we sleep, and as we dream, and as we meditate; Believe in your dreamt dreams, and fulfill each piece of them whilst time is still at hand.

He knew ten years of stories. I felt keen and hungry as a bear in spring.

moment he woke and knew me. Our limbs slid against one another, on paths that we had traced so many times before, yet

The heavy knowledge: my father is dead. He would wake up with that thought for a long time, I knew.

IT WAS SPRING, AND WE WERE FIFTEEN.

Quise despertarle para verle abrir los párpados, un espectáculo del que nunca me cansaba a pesar de haberlo visto miles de veces.

Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

And so I recognized that my sojourn into open-heart territory was ultimately an open heart journey in another sense, a spiritual journey of awakening—to the reality that I am here in this life with a purpose, and have been from the day I was born.

And she looked up at me and it was as if she was waking from sleep. She stretched. She actually stretched and she said, hello, Kit. And then she must have seen that I was on the verge of tears because her face fell and she said, what is it? And I said, you. You are ruining my chances. And, you know, she said, chances of what? And I realised that if I were to successfully—

This time his kiss was full and provocative, summoning sensations she had believed, had hop, were submerged too deeply to be awakened. But his fingers on her face, his mouth, his lips, stirred slumbering emotions and coaxed them to life. His hands moved to cup her head, to spread across her spine, and he crushed her against him as their kisses deepened.

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

like a window had been thrown open inside my head and my heart, where there had been closed shutters before.

By initiation into the Mysteries and a certain process known as operative theology, this law of birth and death is transcended, and during the course of physical existence that part of the spirit which is asleep in form is awakened without the intervention of death. This is at once the primary purpose and the consummate achievement of the Mysteries: that man shall become aware of and consciously be reunited with the divine source of himself without tasting of physical dissolution.

Thanks, Pepe. You've put an extra night into my life. I would have spent it just sleeping like an ox, but I've lived it instead. I'm grateful.

So he'll realize that preaching vainly won't make him one of the good guys. So he'll stop thinking and instead stir up trouble as long as he's able; so he'll stop being rebellious and start revolutionizing his world; and above all, so he'll go out and start living!

Yet a single sound, a single scent, already heard or breathed long ago, may once again, both in the present and the past, be real without being present, ideal without being abstract, as soon as the permanent and habitually hidden essence of things is liberated, and our true self, which may sometimes have seemed to be long dead, but never was entirely, is re-awoken and re-animated when it receives the heavenly food that is brought to it.

the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart to release its flower of sound, mauve and satin-soft, letting into my still dark and shuttered bedroom as through an opened window the warmth, the brightness, the fatigue of a first fine day.

The resurrection at our awakening-after that beneficent attack of mental alienation which is sleep-must after all be similar to what occurs when we recall a name, a line, a refrain that we had forgotten. And perhaps the resurrection of the soul after death is to be conceived as a phenomenon of memory.

My body, still too heavy with sleep to move...

With that tender consideration which, in great crises, people who are crushed by grief shew even for the slightest discomfort of others: "Forgive me for disturbing your sleep," she said to me. "I was not asleep," I answered as I awoke.

I would fall asleep again, and thereafter would reawaken for short snatches only, just long enough to hear the regular creaking of the wainscot, or to open my eyes to stare at the shifting kaleidoscope of the darkness, to savour, in a momentary glimmer of consciousness, the sleep which lay heavy upon the furniture, the room, that whole of which I formed no more than a small part and whose insensibility I should very soon return to share.

That day I oft remember, when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed, Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.