Quotes About Awakening

It was a sobering experience.

How the hell do you wake up dead?

You'd be surprised." Charlie said."You go to bed one night singing her a lullaby, and she wakes up listening to Limp Bizkit.""What the hell is Limp Bizkit?

We're alive!" Swedish told her. "I did not see that coming.

Ala!" Echo sprang to her feet, legs tangled in the sheets. The Ala was here. The Ala had brought food. The Ala was a goddess

The goal of Buddhism is to create Buddhas, not Buddhists, as the goal of Christianity is to create Christs, not Christians.

In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.

The discipline which I have imparted to you will lead you when I am gone. Practice mindfulness diligently, to attain the goal of awakening.

Be not in despair, the way is very difficult, like walking on the edge of a razor; yet despair not, arise, awake, and find the ideal, the goal.

The goal actually, is to wake up now.

God sleeps in the rock, dreams in the plant, stirs in the animal, and awakens in man.

Nothing glows brighter than the heart awakened to the unseen light of Love that lives within it

I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today.

now is the future that you promised yourself last year, last month, last week. Now is the only moment you'll ever really have. Mindfulness is about waking up to this.

They crawl out from warm mulch, just after snow, In hidings from tunnels row after row; They rest among dew drops and fly out to bring Their red spots of colors to gardens of spring.

I began waking up slowly into history, from which we do not emerge as from other nightmares.

Many of the trees and bushes put their finery away for the season and slept in their plain brown skins until the spring warmth would wake them again, and coax out their colors and cooling shade.

Because we cannot circle above all existence – sleepless, unbroken, boundless, glowing – we content ourselves with being submerged and awakening .

For we Germans are snoring, buried in sleep and wine, and we are destitute of leaders who could measure up in wisdom, strategy, and strength of heart to manage such great undertakings.

In this way they would spend the remaining hours of their wakefulness, passing into a kind of tantric and ecstatic state of pleasurable feelings before eventually drifting off to sleep, feeling that they were very much in love and everything in the world was good.

The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up.

the lights went on and Aiden

Dawn tore at the seam of night, pulling the blackness back a little farther with each passing minute.

Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.