Quotes About Waking

It was there that Death woke him every morning, holding the broken shard of a mirror close enough for him to see the fog of his breath clouding his image.

I just woke up by the side of the road in the dark like I'd been dumped there by the Mafia, but you take your time explaining, that's fine with me.

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up. Memories are.

This was a cruel trick of the mind, yes, but Teddy had long ago accepted the logic of it—waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without a history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present. What

For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food, falling at once back into a stupor of oblivion, as though the small, warm weight of broth in my stomach were an anchor that pulled me after it, down through the murky fathoms of sleep.

there are numerous depressing occasions to wonder if waking consciousness is all there is to consciousness, or to human life

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,"You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."

In the morning you wake from one bad dream and another begins.

Wake in bed and know, because dreams are not true, that the sun will be shining and it will not storm today.

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.

Around them the other residents of Quebec City were waking up. Coming out into the tender morning light to shovel, to scrape the snow from their cars, to walk to the boulangerie for their morning baguette and café.

There's a foot of space and world of contrast between Cristina and me yet I too know how hard it is to peel back the veneer of your life and to peek at the real. It's like waking up in a room and getting out of bed and realizing the furniture has been completely rearranged. You will eventually find your way out but it will be slow going and you're bound to get some bruises along the way.

If I can sleep forever, I hope to see you in my dreams. We are happy filling our minds with memories. Memories we will keep forever. Memories we will cherish. But we all have to wake up someday, right?

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly.

The trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams. Because, if you can do that, you can do anything.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety by any evidence drawn from my waking life.

If life is a dream, better you dread the waking!

Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.

Antonina woke in the night to help midwife an animal like a giraffe (always tricky because the mother gives birth standing up, the calf falls headfirst, and the mother doesn't want help anyway). This

Wakings are the worst times - almost before my eyes are open a great weight seems to roll on to my heart.

I felt the distance and stillness of that sprawled dawn like some endless sky waking inside me, flared against the laughter.

As the night wore on (phosphorescent in the streetlamps, violet city midnights that never quite faded to black) I turned from side to side, the low ceiling over the bunk pressing down on me so heavily that sometimes I woke convinced I was lying underneath the bed instead of on top of it.

Later, as the moon rose and tangled in the winter-bone branches of thorn trees, she asked, 'Can you guide your dreaming? can you move your dreams along pathways of desire? do your dreams shift in the spaces between dreaming and waking? and, when you wake, do you remember the pathways your dreaming mind has walked? or do your dreams dissolve in the light of each new day?' She could not tell if he was asleep or awake, if her words were a lullaby. And still she has more questions.