Quotes About Awakening

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure. You have no idea of what is in store for you, but you will, if you are wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it.

In an instant between sleep and wakefulness, an instant outside the bounds of time, that gave the sensation of being eternal, the sounds of night, like slippery fishes passing through the mesh of a net, registered themselves on Zennouba's hearing, filtering gradually into her awakening consciousness:

If the spirit of a place has anything to do with what a poet makes, then it must be the intensity of light (two f-stops brighter than New York) and the extreme geography that so infuse the mind in Provincetown and make one more reflective. With all that jazzed-up light, the excitement of photons bounding off water and sand, even the ordinary air says, Notice me. … the function of art is to wake us up to the very life we are living.

I shiver and Tom wakes. It's light enough to see his eyes open. "Are you cold?" he says. "Baby, are you cold?" He turns so that his arms are around me again. Baby, are cold?-and the ball of hurt inside me swells.

I thought the morning would bring change. But I should have known that it doesn't take that long for change to happen - it takes a second. A moment. In a single breath, reality as you know it can simply fall away.

In a single breath, reality as you know it can simply fall away.

Se levantó con brusquedad y se volvió para mirarme, y en aquel instante comprendí con una aterradora precisión que hasta entonces mi vida no había sido otra cosa que su ausencia.

Si svegliò al canto degli uccelli, con la bruma del primo mattino che saliva oltre l'erba alta dov'era sdraiata. Sul volto erano impressi i segni delle margherite schiacciate, i fiorellini richiusi sotto il viso fragile.

The vampire sleeping deep within the earth stirred, aroused by the scent of fresh prey in town. Gathering his senses, he deduced that the newcomer was young, healthy, and female. But it was the rich, warm scent of her life's blood that called to him, drawing him to full awareness. Just a single whiff, and he knew he would not rest until she was his.

The first thing I do in the morning is get a couple of cups of coffee down my throat to get my heart started. Then, if the weather is pleasant, I jog as much as five miles, if I feel up to it.

Anybody is able to doubt me. I say, 'Come with your criticism to polish the diamond of the truth.' People need to wake up to their own power. Everybody has this nature.

Africa is awakening. It's a huge market of almost a billion people with huge resources and a young population. People spend when they're young.

When I was eight, I would look at the cover of the 'Ghost Rider' comic book in my little home in Long Beach, California, and I couldn't get my head around how something that scary could also be good. To me it was my first philosophical awakening - 'How is this possible, this duality?'

I have seen whole countries shaken by the power of God.

The craziest thing is I didn't know I could sing like this - ever. My voice has changed, or I've grown into it, woken up.

I wake up every morning to 'Take a Chance on Me' as my iPhone alarm - it really gets you going.

I don't take for granted that I wake up. I appreciate it when I do, those times when it still happens.

I have this ability to find this hidden talent in people that sometimes even they didn't know they had.

In Buddhism, we talk of meditation as an act of awakening, to be awake to the fact that the earth is in danger and living species are in danger.

The state of waking sleep, therefore, is a condition in which you unconsciously deprive yourself of the expansive vistas of sensory experience. Your sensory receptors become prematurely, but not irrevocably, dull simply because you aren't stimulating them enough.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive

At death there is only liberation. It is just more chic to see liberation when you are alive." Max Furlaud in a private conversation

The person who would like to make his dreams come true must stay awake.

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,And spirited from sleep, the astounded soulHangs for a moment bodiless and simpleas false dawn.Outside the open windowThe morning air is all awash with angels.