Quotes About Awakening

My dad used to say that with everything in life, there's the game-changing moment. The one moment everything else hinges upon, but you hardly ever know it at the time. The three-pointer early on in the second quarter that changes up the whole temp of the game. Wakes people up, brings them back to life. It all goes back to that one moment.

Everything made sense in that moment. This was my chance to make things right with Conrad. The way I saw it, this was what I had been waiting for and I hadn't even known it. It was like the last two months I had been sleepwalking, and now here I was, finally awake. I had a goal, a purpose.

everything in life, there's the game-changing moment. The one moment everything else hinges upon, but you hardly ever know it at the time. The three-pointer early on in the second quarter that changes up the whole tempo of the game. Wakes people up, brings them back to life. It all goes back to that one moment.

There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

When did you know you were in love?" I didn't have an answer to that question. There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like a gradual waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that I had been love.

It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

Is this a dream? If so, let me never wake up.

Lia called her right before the lights went out. There's that moment, you know, for most people, where you decide you want to wake up in the world one more day.

When we start to look at struggle as an opportunity to grow, we start to walk in the midst of struggle with a smile on our face. If you can do this, you are becoming awakened.

As I go to sleep I remember what my father said-that one can never be sure if one will awake. The way my health is now, this is becoming more and more real.

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

her dearest friends were like dreams she had woken from. How had she missed so much?

Jesu, she was naked!

I cannot write about Venice; I can only write about me, and the sleeping parts of myself that Venice has shocked into wakefulness.

knowing begins with the awareness of the deceptiveness of our common sense perceptions, in the sense that our picture of physical reality does not correspond to what is "really real" and, mainly, in the sense that most people are half-awake, half-dreaming, and are unaware that most of what they hold to be true and self-evident is illusion produced by the suggestive influence of the social world in which they live.

El conocimiento empieza con la conciencia del engaño de lo que perciben nuestros sentidos en el sentido de que la mayoría de la gente esta semidespierta, semidormida, y no advierte que la mayor parte de lo que cree verdadero y evidente es una ilusión producida por la influencia sugestiva del mundo social donde vive. Así pues, el conocimiento empieza con la destrucción de las ilusiones, con la desilusión.

Please let the wind of desire that rose from the multi-coloured spines of those books catch me up again, let it melt the heavy, lifeless lead weight that is there somewhere inside me, and awaken in me once again the impatience of the future, the soaring delight in the world of the intellect – let it carry me back into the ready-for-anything lost world of my youth.

Once I fall fast asleep. Then wakening suddenly with a start I do not know where I am. I see the stars, I see the rockets, and for a moment have the impression that I have fallen asleep at a garden fête. I don't know whether it is morning or evening, I lie in the pale cradle of the twilight, and listen for soft words which will come, soft and near—am I crying? I put my hand to my eyes, it is fantastic, am I a child?

Jeigu nors kartÄ… tikrai suprastume, kas yra gyvenimas, tikrai sprogtume!

With our young, awakened eyes, we saw that the classical conception of the fatherland held by our teachers resolved itself here into a renunciation of personality such as one would not ask of the meanest servants.

Sleep to gather strength for the morning. For the morning will come.

There are signs—the acceptance of Becker's work being one—that some individuals are awakening from the long, dark night of tribalism and nationalism and developing what Tillich called a transmoral conscience, an ethic that is universal rather than ethnic.

Nationalism is not the awakening of nations to self-consciousness: it invents nations where they do not exist.

You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.