Quotes About Awakening

When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the hours, the sequence of the years, the order of the heavenly host. Instinctively, when he awakes, he looks to these, and in an instant reads off his own position on the earth's surface and the amount of time that has elapsed during his slumbers; but this ordered procession is apt to grow confused, and to break its ranks.

A ressurreição ao despertar — após esse benéfico aspecto de alienação mental que é o sono — deve assemelhar-se no fundo ao que se passa quando encontramos um nome, um verso, um estribilho esquecido. E a ressurreição da alma após a morte talvez seja concebível como um fenômeno de memória.

I was awakened by the blare of a regimental band which passed every day beneath my windows. But on several occasions — and I mention these because one cannot properly describe human life unless one shews it soaked in the sleep in which it plunges, which, night after night, sweeps round it as a promontory is encircled by the sea — the intervening layer of sleep was strong enough to bear the shock of the music and I heard nothing.

A grande modificação que provoca em nós o despertar consiste menos em introduzir-nos na vida clara da consciência que em fazer-nos perder a lembrança da luz um pouco mais tamisada em que repousava a nossa inteligência, como no fundo opalino das águas.

Vakit kaybetmemek için yataktan kalkt?m, ama ac? beni oldu?um yere çiviledi: O gitti?inden beri ilk kez yataktan kalk?yordum.

I have woken up to find that I am made of words.

Yo soñé que soñaba. Y soñé que despertaba del segundo sueño, del sueño soñado y decía: "Ah, fue un sueño", y creía estar despierto. Quizá la vida sea eso, un sueño metido dentro de otro. Quizá la vida sea el tercer sueño concéntrico del que uno despierta cuando se muere.

Pero el despertador, privado de cuerda durante tantos días, ya no señala el tiempo, señala la eternidad.

It's like the parable about a man who dreamed he was a butterfly. When he woke, he couldn't be sure that he wasn't a butterfly dreaming he was a man. And

Ye sleeping buds, break Open your green cerements, and wake To fragrant blossoming for His sweet sake.

I read somewhere that all this - the people, the animals, the mountains, the rivers - is just God dreaming. I wish he'd wake the fuck up.

The earth's lungs, coated in green ooze and thaw, breathed out blossom-scent and sour rot and fungus-must, wet and warm and aware, where before the air had been cold and blind, remote as the moon.

The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life.

It was never reveille in this windy world.

it is our perpetual dissatisfaction with ourselves that causes us to approach the world as a space of possibility that has the power to awaken our attention and make us marvel at its vibrant details.

If you have an imagination, welcome to the gates of Reality.

After another long silence, bit by bit, realisation dawned upon Edmund and he became even paler than Hecate herself which was, in itself, a fantastic achievement. Adele Rose, Awakening.

Jeese, I thought, fear choking me. I was being targeted by a 'tangoed' psychopath!

Tis only when faced with our own mortality that we truly realize what it means to be alive,

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… "Why did I ever wake up!" he cried.

That daily life is really good one appreciates when one wakes from a horrible dream or when one takes the first outing after a sickness. Why not realize it now?

Stop. Stop everything. Then you will realize you are the freedom you have been searching for.

The silver trump of freedom roused in my soul eternal wakefulness.

Freedom begins as we become conscious of it.