Quotes About Awakening

Maybe what we take to be real is just a dream and the dream is the real reality of life. Who dreams while we sleep?

My African brothers and sisters are still mentally blind, both in the eyes and in the minds.

The land gave us our history and sometimes, history awakens the sleeping souls up on their feet to reclaim their land and rights back.

Yes, I thought, now I see the earth as it really is; never again will I see things as I saw them yesterday or the day before.

Our present experience, even our present Christian experience, is incomplete. But in Christ we have heard the complete tune; we know now what it sounds like and that we shall one day sing it in tune with him. Our present experience, with all its incompleteness, is meant to point us to the fact that we will one day wake up and arise from sleep. That, after all, is what resurrection is all about. It

cuando el cielo viene a la tierra y encuentra que no está preparada, cuando el futuro de Dios llega al presente mientras la gente sigue dormida, se producen explosiones.

With all its many risks, this life endures No more than windblown bubbles in a stream. How marvelous to breathe in and out again, To fall asleep and then awake refreshed.

Thought you were--' '--Raphael said--' 'I said, no way in hell--' 'Damn straight--' '--and Ransom was ready to come--' '--woke up and I had wings!

Yes." She smiled, liking the word. "What I feel like right now—I'd compare it to waking from a dream and seeing the real world. It's a beautiful place, but it also has darkness. If you try to eradicate that darkness, you also destroy the light." Pain for the future of her people tightened her heart.

The female archangel leaned back in her chair. 'I woke to the sound of something tapping against my window. I assumed it to be a trapped bird and got up to release it.' The image should've been incongruous with Michaela's selfish beauty, but there was a powerful sense of truth in her words. Perhaps, to be 'human' in her eyes, you had to have wings.

What Vaughn was doing threatened her sanity, but it also ... stimulated her. For the first time in her life, she felt alive in more than the mind alone. Her body had always seemed like something that wasn't quite hers, but now it was very definitely a part of her - Vaughn stretched every one of her senses to the extreme.

Once we've tasted being alive, we can't go back to being dead. Aliveness in God is addictive.

It's the first time I've seen early morning in a terribly long time— The sun all yellow and red, like a huge luminous peach hanging on a black shadow-tree—just visible thru the mist—

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. —Antoine de Saint Exupery

We walked single file around the lake, inhaling the unmistakable smell of life poised and ready - fish stirring under the ice, green bulbs awakening below the ground. Soon the water would be free, the leaves would unfold like handkerchiefs, the flowers swell with pollen, the butterflies return. The risks of spring were still trapped under the ice but one good thaw and they would be released.

I can't even count the twinges in my hinges, but as they say, if you don't wake up in the morning without something aching, you're dead.

If the world didn't need shaking up, why would this power have come alive now?

How quickly people forget the taste of freedom, swapping it for this easy comfortable thing they call peace. Sleep is peaceful. Death is peaceful. Freedom is life and wakefulness.

The voice says: If the world didn't need shaking up, why would this power have come alive now?

The younger women can wake it up in the older ones; but from now on all women will have it.

On some of those websire for deviants and abnormals, people are wondering what would happen if you got the women to try to wake the power up in men, if you taught them the techniques that are already being used on the training camps to strengthen the power in weaker women. Some of them are saying, Maybe more of us would have it if they tried . But most men aren't trying anymore, if they ever did. They don't want to be associated with this. With weirdness . With chromosomal irregularity.

China is a sleeping giant; let him sleep, for if he wakes, he will shake the World.

Take out another notebook, pick up another pen, and just write, just write, just write. In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the center of chaos, make one definitive act. Just write. Say yes, stay alive, be awake. Just write. Just write. Just write.

We are searching for the core of our lives; our culture intuits that writing, that ancient activity, might be the pathway...Awakening does not feed ego's needs and desires; it pulverizes the self. Our society couldn't knowingly bear such reduction, so we've tricked ourselves into the same path but call it writing.