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I feel, therefore I can be free.
Lapped in poetry, wrapped in the picturesque, armed with logical sentences and inalienable words.
For many minutes, for many hours, for a bleak eternity, he lay awake, shivering, reduced to primitive terror, comprehending that he had won freedom, and wondering what he could do with anything so unknown and so embarrassing as freedom.
Sometimes when she woke from a flabbergasting dream Liz would lie very still to see if she could net it before it fled; perfectly still, eyes closed, not moving her head, as if the slightest shift would tip the story-bearing liquid, break its fragile meniscus and spill the night's elusive catch.
Entranced by the flight of a raven, I watch its shadow move effortlessly against golden, shimmering granite. I long to be that free, flying above the cluttered world of normalcy, where so many are half alive.
Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.
Most wonderful things are unconscious.
Able closed his eyes. He was running. The grass was green with spring and fragrant, knee-high and cushioning his steps. And there was sun and a warm wind blew. Men called to him from the trees just atop the rise. He ran. He ran to them.
Sometimes Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. A thing without thought, capable of simply being, not thinking, caring, or hurting. Then she could be ... free.
immersed in a seemingly never-ending stream of thoughts, coming willy-nilly one after another in rapid succession.
I am living breathing freedom
In all the mad incongruity, the turgid stultiloquy of life, I felt, at least, securely anchored to myself. Whatever the vacillations of other people, I thought myself terrifically constant. But now, here I am, dragging a frayed line, and my anchor gone.
millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?
Submit to me.
So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen alseep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought.
He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
... he remained restrained and strangely composed. It was a composure born of extreme provocation. It stemmed from a lucidity that lies beyond rage.
Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard.
How often is it the case that, when impossibilities have come to pass and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we find ourselves calm, and evenly coldly self-possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate!
The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
You are nothing but wilderness. No constraint. No mind.
You shout the word - mind, mind, mind - over and over and then you laugh, saying as I live and breathe, a slave by choice.
serenity, the calm daughter of tolerance
I took a walk, Suddenly I stood still, filled with the realization that I had no body or mind. All I could see was one great illuminating Whole - omnipresent, perfect, lucid and serene.
All you do is eat. You eat, then you start thinking about the next thing you're going to eat."
"Eating is the only thing that breaks the monotony," Scotty said.
Seth's eyebrows shot up. "This isn't monotony. This is the fucking dream."
"It will be," Scotty said. "When I have some yogurt.
This is how we always feel, she thought. We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake? Someone
Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams
he (life) continued to lie still, pretended
as if he was in a deep slumber.
I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel
lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even
though my decision was already made.
"You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely.
Like a bird on a wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free!!
Once I was free; there was no cage that could bind me, and I had yet to create my box of numbness within my mind to be my silent protector.
I had lone, schooled myself to be oblivious to pain. I had neither doubts nor fears. All the content of my mind seemed to be an absolute faith in the overlordship of the mind. This passivity was almost dream-like, and yet, in its way, it was positive almost to a pitch of exaltation.
Surely he had never fainted in his life! He glowed with robust good health and vibrant energy, as if he could conquer all the world and still have strength for a dance and to rescue a maiden or two.
His soul is as free as the clouds in the sky, but he is committed to his dream.
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.
You have two choices: To live an unconscious life, or to be conscious of your magnificence.
Lit more than enlightened.
Upright in my bed, my pulse racing as I untangled myself from my sheets. Beads of sweat trickled down my skin, sticking my t-shirt to my back. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, seeing if my room stayed in place. Nothing budged and I relaxed. It had been a dream, just like it had
It was wild. Abandoned. Rough. Wet. Intense. Fiery. Thorough. Exquisite. Heart-pounding. Blood-singing. Soul-rocking. Life-altering.
Luscious.
Having no intercourse with anyone, she lived in the torpid state of a sleep-walker.
A being whose awareness is totally free, who does not cling to anything, is liberated.
Still the bubbling mind; herein lies freedom and bliss eternal.
Passionately desired, graciously received.
Engaged, yet detached. Active, yet calm. Moving, yet still. This is how it is to be awake in the world.
Movement is tranquility.
Life was briskly and efficiently stripping Quentin of his last delusions about himself, one by one, shucking them off in firm hard jerks like wet clothes, leaving him naked and shivering.
Duncan spoke quietly: 'Lucilla, if you touch me again without my permission, I will try to kill you. I will try so hard that you very likely will have to kill me.
In the awakened state, the mind is either perfectly silent or it is a perfectly clear instrument of expression.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.
He tossed a word like a ball, never letting it fall. Instead it swam in the air, without care, strung together with an art that came straight from his heart.
Guide valiantly.
Guide venerably.
Guide valiantly.
Guide virtuously.
Stefan's love bathed her, shone through her, lighting every dark place in her soul like the sun. She trembled with pleasure, with love, and with longing.
She breathed in the cold, and it felt free, so she felt free, and it felt alive, so she felt alive.
I read my sentence - steadily ...
We can reach untainted experiential freedom, by living in the moment as it is - without contemplation. Here we find the possibility of freedom - of just being - living as our authentic self. We are our true nature. We are one and whole.
-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die?
-Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.
She was incomparable in her inspired loveliness. Her arms amazed one, as one can be astonished by a lofty way of thinking. Her shadow on the wallpaper of the hotel room seemed the silhouette of her uncorruption.
Languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna
She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.
The true poet dreams being awake.
There is a famous saying: "If the mind is not contrived, it is spontaneously blissful, just as water, when not agitated, is by nature transparent and clear".
I am light and free and my path ahead is smooth and wide through a land of burgeoning promise.
He lay still and quiet. He absorbed the enveloping darkness, slowly relaxed his limbs from end to end, eased and regulated his breathing, gradually cleared his mind of all thought, closed his eyes, and was completely incapable of getting to sleep.
now. The freedom he had now was intoxicating, even though he had had but a taste, a glance at what it was really like, the entire sensation of it all made him light headed. He was something he had never thought he'd be. Freedom was a fairy
All night his mind seemed to skip over the surface of sleep like a stone upon water, never quite breaking the skin. As
As we turn our backs on the cold night air, I realize that it's moments like this where true freedom lies.
Invisible but palpable, below a sky full of stars, our freedom lies in between a boy who sees a girl, and the girl that feels him.
Truly, deeply, freely.
Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within, once you find your center, you are sure to win.
How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.
Every hour of your life that ticks by, there are numerous points and moments when you can choose to pause - and be aware of your mental and physical state. At any given point, you can freeze the flow that is your life, and be fully conscious for a moment.
Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.
When we live with Integrity every word, thought and action springs from the Intelligence of the Heart and flows in harmony, enlightened by the pure light of Consciousness.
liberating when your strongest
So much simplicity with so much understanding - so mild, and yet so resolute - a mind so placid, and a life so active.
She relaxed, fitting perfectly into my body. In the crisp, cold February air, we swayed together, moving to our own personal beat. For one moment, we escaped hell. No teachers, no therapist, no well-meaning friends, no nightmares-just the two of us, dancing.
I am not a prisoner of conscious, but people try to make me one sometimes. It is both a gift and a curse. It's a high honour but can create limitations - I have to be fluid.
Sleepe without supping, and wake without owing.
I suppose I had always been an unconscious suffragist. With my temperament and my surroundings, I could scarcely have been otherwise.
A mind committed to compassion is like an overflowing reservoir - a constant source of energy, determination, and kindness.
Surely: the adverb of a man without an argument.
There stirred behind her face a sense of life and purpose and mirth and caring that made her seem to be in motion even as she was still. There was a kind of rhythm to her, even in motionless repose. I said, "Energy contained by grace, maybe.
My mind is a peaceful poet to itself.
To be effortlessly yourself is a blessing, an ambrosia. It is like a few tiny little puffs of opium which lift you ever so slightly off the hard surface of the world.
When you live guided by intuition rather than thought,
your life dances like writing on water,
fresh and untraceable.
A buoyant and full-blooded soul has quick senses and miscellaneous sympathies: it changes with the changing world; and when not too much starved or thwarted by circumstances, it finds all things vivid and comic. Life is free play fundamentally and would like to be free play altogether.
In my silence and stillness, my soul dances with the ecstasy of life.
Behind a very sturdily built and staunchly defended facade of practical, unromantic hard-headedness towards life, there was just that little pool of softness that would never show if you poked for it, but could be reached if you knew just how - and never let on that you were looking for it.
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
The unconscious mind is decidedly simple, unaffected, straightforward and honest. It hasn't got all of this facade, this veneer of what we call adult culture. It's rather simple, rather childish It is direct and free.
Embrace the magical gift of serenity in your daily life. Nothing beats patience, humility, honesty and tranquility.
A Warrior of Light does not postpone making decisions.
Till she seemed to swoon, gradually her mind went, and she passed away, everything in her was melted down and fluid, and she lay still, become contained by him, sleeping in him as lightning sleeps in a pure, soft stone.
How happy I would be if I could give figurative expression to the unconscious feeling that often murmurs so softly and sweetly within me.
On some nights, he has nowhere to sleep, on others, he suffers from insomnia. "That's just how it is," thinks the Warrior. "I was the one who chose to walk this path.
The soul is never perfectly secure from the influence of passion; the occasional tranquility she seems to enjoy, is rather relaxation than imperturbable triumph.
She was wild and free with a dab of logic in between, chasing her dreams and following her heart beat.
Bleesed is the person whose mind is ever at peace never diprssed never disappointed.
In my mind, I am free.
I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.
Lyra felt herself moving into a kind of trance beyond sleep and waking: a state of conscious dreaming, almost, in which she was dreaming that she was being carried by bears to a city in the stars. She
For one infinite second I feel free.
Adversity could be ignored but compassion slipped easily through