Quotes About Awakening

Carl Jung once said that 'your vision will become clear only when you can look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens.

Carl Jung lo ha expresado mejor: "Tu visión sólo será clara cuando observes tu corazón. El que mira fuera, sueña. El que mira dentro, despierta".

When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all of your thoughts break their bonds: your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive and you discover yourself to be a greater person than you ever dreamed yourself to be.

When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all of your thoughts break their bonds: your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person than you ever dreamed yourself to be. In

most important wake-up call!

I still remember the words that were going through my mind up there," said Julian. "I thought that, ultimately, life is all about choices. One's destiny unfolds according to the choices one makes, and I felt certain that the choice I had made was the right one. I knew my life would never be the same and that something marvellous, maybe even miraculous, was about to happen to me. It was an amazing awakening.

la visión sólo llega a ser clara cuando uno puede mirarse el corazón. El que mira hacia afuera, sueña; el que mira hacia dentro, despierta».

cuanto más rápido lata vuestro corazón, más vivos estáis. Y que cuanto más alto gritan nuestros miedos, más despiertos estamos.

Every dawn is a new day to the one who is enlightened.

sort of wake-up call for me to start making the most

Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

Siddhartha considered the ways of the demon, and in that moment he struck.

Before you are fully aware of anything else, you are aware whether you are awakening in your own bed.

I collapsed into the chair. I am what might be called a slow starter. I tend to recapitulate phylogeny every morning. Basic desires inched their ways through my gray matter to close a connection. Slowly, I extended a cold-blooded member and clicked my talons against a couple of numbers. I croaked my desire for food and lots of coffee to the voice that responded. Half an hour later I would only have growled. Then I staggered off to the place of flowing waters to renew my contact with basics.

A delirium, however, does not exist unless one wakens from it(there are only retrospective deliriums): one day, I realize what has happened to me: I thought I was suffering from not being loved, and yet it is because I thought I was loved that I was suffering; I lived in the complication of supposing myself simultaneously loved and abandoned. Anyone hearing my intimate language would have had to exclaim, as of a difficult child: But after all, what does he want?

That spring, Gates had survived a serious illness, awakening his curiosity about American medicine.

New warmth stirred the air, and the wheat moved and eddied, with a whispered rustle, as if waking up.

Drink more coffee," Reacher said. "That usually fixes things up.

He was like a man who awoke too early in the darkness while everyone else was still asleep. —Dmitry Merezhkovsky

When my alarm jangled in the morning, I awoke feeling small and terrified. I couldn't find myself in my own life—there was no memory of me that I could grasp. There was no place outside of me where I belonged. So every morning I willed myself back into existence.

Life, what is it but a dream?

in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would

I entered my room, and undrew the window-curtains, just in time to see the sun burst in glory from his ocean-prison, and clothe the world in the light of a new day.

Because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.