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Everything in our lives has the potential to wake us up or put us to sleep. Allowing it to awaken us is up to us.
Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death.
Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.
When we're awake in our bodies and sense, the world comes alive. Wisdom, creativity, and love are discovered as we relax and awaken through our bodies.
Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.
I'm afraid, of falling asleep again.
Awakening is not a process of building ourselves up but a process of letting go. It's a process of relaxing in the middle - the paradoxical, ambiguous middle, full of potential, full of new ways of thinking and seeing - with absolutely no money-back guarantee of what will happen next.
We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning, we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night, we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more.
It is time now for us to rise from sleep.
Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with a buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that's burned dry.
I want to wake up! a young woman shouted to the classroom ceiling. With her wide-set eyes and freckles, she looked like a nice person. Then a knobby-boned creature advanced on her. But she couldn't wake. And she likely wouldn't ever again.
Before your awake, all you do is see
When your awake, all you do is feel.
Oh, to awake from dreaming!
Life is the constant opportunity to wake up.
Awake. And alone with demons of my own.
You wake, you die.
I remembered a few things about waking. I remembered the sense of surprise as dream life and waking life swapped primacy, and the way in which the most tangible and deeply involving dreams could bleach entirely away.
The true poet dreams being awake.
One slumber finds another.
How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
Between waking and being awake there is a moment full of doubt and dream, when you struggle to remember what the place and when the time and whether you really are.
A peevish moment of wonderment as to where the real world lies.
Every day I have to be awake to escape ... The whole world is sleepy. It is a real fight to be awake, to see everything new, for the first time in your life.
As we awaken we move from a realm of confusion to one of certainty and Peace.
ambushed by sleep.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear, I rise.
Waking is hard, and waking is glorious. We watch as you stir, then as you stumble out of your beds. We know that gratitude is the last thing on your mind. But you should be grateful. You've made it to another day.
Then morning comes,
saying, "This was a night.
Early risers catch the world waking and see its true colors.
Before you are fully aware of anything else, you are aware whether you are awakening in your own bed.
A nightmare might force you awakened.
The tough life might force you awakened.
You are asleep. Deep, deep asleep - and then the world caves in. The cat has leapt from the top window onto your stomach. He is saturated. He is hungry. He taps you into full wakefulness with a sodden paw "Could you open a can?"
Awakening is dynamic, Constantly evolving in accordance with life's realities
Wake up and live
Your life, all of your life, is your path to awakening. By resisting or not dealing with its challenges, you stay asleep to Reality. Pay attention to what life is trying to reveal to you. Say yes to its fierce, ruthless, and loving grace.
When I wake up, the dying light of the day makes everything seem to matter, from the yellowing sky to the stalks of grass above my head, waving in slow motion like a beauty queen.
Life is a series of awakenings.
The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.
Each soul must awaken from the aloneness of a private dream world to greet the morning sun, view the sweet earth, apprehend the great silence, and demonstrate an appreciative thanks to everyday of life by living in a rapt state of attentive awareness.
Dreams have a profound way of waking us up.
I cannot be awake, for nothing looks to me as it did before, or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.
I only wake to fall asleep
And sleep, to awake without end.
The world awakens on the run And will soon be earning With hopes of better days to come It's a morning yearning.
We will not sleep, but will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. You'll see me again. But you'll never know when. Hear that shifting, ambiguous rhythm, that promise of all things possible, and the ear is on its way to being free.
Waking up is not a selfish pursuit of happiness, it is a revolutionary stance, from the inside out, for the benefit of all beings in existence.
When one begins to turn in bed, it is time to get up.
I'd been sleeping for twenty-two years. I felt like, for the first time in my life, I was finally conscious. Life was finally happening. I was making it happen. I
Don't let sleep overtake you; the world's awake within you.
Instead of being lost in your thinking, when you awaken you recognize yourself as the awareness behind it. Thinking then ceases to be a self-serving autonomous activity that takes possession of you and runs your life.
I noticed this process of waking, and predicted with terrifying logic that one of these years not far away I would be awake continuously and never slip back, and never be free of myself again.
It feels like the mornings clap their hands.
To make me wake.
It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realising just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is.
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true.
The period of time just before you awaken is the time I have my most creative thoughts and discover the best solutions.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
Whoever has tasted the breath of morning knows that the most invigorating and most delightful hours of then day are commonly spent in bed; though it is the evident intention of nature that we should enjoy and profit by them.
Some people sleep until morning. Others know they have to bring the morning.
The secret of awakening is to unconditionally accept this moment as it is.
I rise near dawn, make a strong cup of coffee, wander to my desk and come fully awake by reading something written the day before.
What is uneasy when you are awake in the daylight is terror in the dark honesty of your dreams.
Awakening is usually precipitated by the honest, sincere, inquiry into who you really are.
Waking up from a deep, healing sleep reminds me of rushing toward the surface of a lake, brightness beckoning from above and bubbles fizzing all around me. Consciousness
As you awaken, the present moment becomes your home. You still play in the world of time, but you're not identified with the story unfolding there.
Upon retiring, sleep as if you had entered your last sleep. Upon awakening, leave your bed behind you instantly as if you had cast away a pair of old shoes.
The person who would like to make his dreams come true must stay awake.
Awakening is not a journey of discovering a distant land or a coveted secret, but rather, it is a journey of surrendering to what has always been present but shrouded in illusion and disillusion.
How lovely it is to dream while you are awake.
You are about to awake when you dream that you are dreaming.
I feel like I'm sleeping when I'm awake, and really living when I'm asleep.
By your own efforts waken yourself, watch yourself. And live joyfully.
There's No Waking From a Nightmare if You Aren't Asleep
There is a moment before we are fully awake when truths known only to our unconscious mind brush over us like a mother's kiss. These truths represent our dreams - our naked hopes that will go unrealized unless fate smiles, or the angels intervene, or a woman reaches for a man.
When I finally lie down, I find sleep elusive. The same thoughts that trouble me during the day are only compounded by the stillness of night.
Awakening is to become aware of your awareness.
Be in the awareness of your presence, rather than being in the now.
Read the sacred writings of all the peoples on Earth. Through all of them runs, like a red thread, the hidden Science of attaining and maintaining wakefulness.
Why do you wake up in the morning?
Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to a deed.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.
In this world of dreams, drifting off still more; and once again speaking and dreaming of dreams. Just let it be.
If you have a goal in life that takes a lot of energy, that requires a lot of work, that incurs a great deal of interest and that is a challenge to you, you will always look forward to waking up to see what the new day brings.
There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.
Get up: the illusory barrier of the warm blankets, the thin armor of sleep, the nightly evasion with its very torments drops to pieces around us, and we find ourselves mercilessly awake, exposed to insult, atrociously naked and vulnerable. A
Soon I will fall asleep and I will wake from this terrible dream. The endless night will fall, and I will rise.
Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out when the sun goes down, since the cave times, when we huddled together in fear for safety and for warmth, are happening.
You wake up, and that's enough.
Things which are gone in the morning: sleep, darkness, grief, the moon. Women. Dreams.
And, at the end of a long night, as you crawl under the duvet, there is a sense of quiet satisfaction in knowing that the rest of the working world is just setting out on the morning commute. *
waking up mornings brings lingering suffering
When I get up in the morning, I go right back to bed again. I feel best in the evening the moment I put out the light and pull the feather-bed over my head. I sit up once more, look around the room with indescribable satisfaction, and then good night, down under the feather-bed.
We are half awake and semi conscious.
Not slumber, but sleep just this side of waking, where dreams fuse with reality.
We must close our eyes and invoke a new manner of seeing ... a wakefulness that is the birthright of us all, though few put it to use.
When I'm sleeping I do a lot of living.
It is well to be up before daybreak, for such habits contribute to health, wealth, and wisdom.
In a world of sleepwalkers an awakened mind is a teacher and a catalyst for new awakenings, whether they want to be or not.
I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading,
Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.
These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light - the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheet.
It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labour of the day is gone
To sleep perchance to dream