Quotes About Awakening

More and more a bell tolled through me. It woke me up early and sometimes in the still middle of the night, sending a cold chill up over the surface of my skin. What have I done? Can I still mend this? Can I free myself? Most

After a year of fumbling and embarrassing encounters with Jock, I was finally learning what sex was, and that I liked it. Boy would come into my cottage at night and wake me by roughly pressing against me, his hands everywhere before I was fully conscious.

It may be the luckiest and purest thing of all to see time sharpen to a single point. To feel the world rise up and shake you hard, insisting that you rise, too, somehow. Some way. That you come awake and stretch, painfully. That you change, completely and irrevocably—with whatever means are at your disposal—into the person you were always meant to be.

And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life.

It was now the second week in March and the time of tender growth, when it slowly dawned on people that the world would not always be cold and brown. This high-level country was like something unexpectedly and suddenly loved and responding to the bounty of young rain and long hours of sunlight. Awake, awake, ye drowsy sleeper.

One of the gravest obstacles to the achievement of liberation is that oppressive reality absorbs those within it and thereby acts to submerge men's consciousness.

Testemunhando objetivamente sua história, mesmo a consciência ingênua acaba por despertar criticamente, para identificar-se como personagem que se ignorava e é chamada a assumir seu papel.

As long as the oppressed remain unaware of the causes of their condition, they fatalistically "accept" their exploitation. Further, they are apt to react in a passive and alienated manner when confronted with the necessity to struggle for their freedom and self-affirmation. Little by little, however, they tend to try out forms of rebellious action. In working towards liberation, one must neither lose sight of this passivity nor overlook the moment of awakening.

el vivir sólo es soñar; y la experiencia me enseña que el hombre que vive, sueña lo que es, hasta despertar.

Wake me not if this is vision, Let me sleep not if 'tis true.

Man dreams what he is, and wakes Only when upon him breaks Death's mysterious morning beam.

The king dreams he is a king, and lives in this deception commanding, disposing of, reigning, ruling, And the applause, thus on loan received so gets in the wind written. And in ashes Death will turn him - great disgrace! Who will dare so to govern seeing himself come awake to the sorry dream of Death?

BASILIO: Pues antes que lo veas, volverás a dormir adonde creas que cuanto te ha pasado, como fue bien del mundo, fue soñado.

Ay de ti, que soberbia vas mostrando sin saber que están soñando!

The king dreams he is a king, And in this delusive way Lives and rules with sovereign sway; All the cheers that round him ring, Born of air, on air take wing. And in ashes (mournful fate!) Death dissolves his pride and state: Who would wish a crown to take, Seeing that he must awake In the dream beyond death's gate?

en mundo tan singular, que el vivir sólo es soñar; y la experiencia me enseña que el hombre que vive, sueña lo que es, hasta despertar.

The jangle of the telephone rousted Matt out of a deep sleep. He never dreamed. Dreams were too messy.

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man's-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again.

To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.

I absolutely know that you can, under your own steam, dissolve the shell that separates you from a higher experience of Self and a much better life. You don't need gurus or to be catapulted into super-natural experiences by dramatic events — you are becoming such a high-frequency being right here in your physical body, that what used to be meta-physical, trans-personal, and para-normal is now almost ordinary." —from Frequency: The Power of Personal Vibration

Spring had not so much sprung in Larkford that year as

I opened my eyes as if to a new beginning; nothing I saw was familiar to me, my head was empty, no thoughts, everything quite clean and the sky transparently blue, and I didn't know what I was called or even recognize my own body. Unnamed, I floated around looking at the world for the first time and felt it strangely illuminated and glassily beautiful...

Death is a veil which those who live call life, Sleep and it is lifted.

He hath awakened from the dream of life.