Waking Quotes

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James Dashner
“i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”
James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

Theodore Roethke
The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.”
Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems

Roman Payne
“The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.”
Roman Payne

Nathan Reese Maher
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.”
Nathan Reese Maher

William Shakespeare
“There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.”
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Angela Carter
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.”
Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love

Lauren Oliver
“And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now.”
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

Shannon Celebi
“It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.”
Shannon Celebi, After Spring Comes

Ninni Holmqvist
“I was happy in the dream; but when I woke up it was with a feeling that I was falling apart, that I was cracking up from the inside and slowly falling to pieces. My heart was jumping and grating like a cold engine that doesn't want to start. My skin was crawling, and I couldn't manage a single clear thought. It was as if all my thoughts were crushed to bits just as they began to take shape. I didn't get much done that day.”
Ninni Holmqvist, The Unit

Tyler Knott Gregson
“Be gentle,
always delicate
with every soul
you meet,
for every single morning
you wake up,
there is someone
Wishing,
silently
and secretly,
that they
had not.”
Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series

Iain Banks
“...for all its apparent speed, the ship was almost perfectly silent, and he experienced an enervating, eerie feeling, as though the ancient warship, mothballed all those centuries, had somehow not yet fully woken up, and events within its sleek hull still moved to another, slower tempo, made half of dreams.”
Iain M. Banks, The Player of Games

Theodore Roethke
“I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.”
Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse

Angela Carter
“She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.”
Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love

Annie Dillard
“We still & always want waking.”
Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
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Daphne du Maurier
“The quality it had now, in fresh untempered sunlight, was neither faerie nor austere; the changing shadows of dusk and midnight had vanished with the darkness and the rain, and walls and roof and towers were bathed in the radiance that comes only in the first hours of the day, soft, new-washed, the delicate aftermath of dawn. The people who slept within must surely bear some imprint of this radiance in themselves, must turn instinctively to the light seeping through the shutters, while the ghostly dreams and sorrows of the night slipped away, finding sanctuary in the unwakened forest trees the sun had not yet touched.”
Daphne du Maurier, The Scapegoat

“Wake up with the birds and go to sleep with the stars.”
Marty Rubin

Steven Magee
“Waking up to the sounds of car horns and people shouting at me was how I would know I had fallen asleep while driving.”
Steven Magee

Flynn Berry
“I don't know how to survive the hours until I can sleep.”
Flynn Berry, Under the Harrow

Steven Magee
“Sleep apnea is a plague in the western world.”
Steven Magee

Steven Magee
“I lost my circadian rhythm during extreme night shift work and I restored it by using continuous light therapy. I was waking up at sunrise with the birds, no alarm clock needed.”
Steven Magee

Lorrie Moore
“You can wake from one dream only to find yourself plunged into yet another, like some endless rosary of the mind. When that happens, it is hard to glimpse what is not dream; the waking, undreamed world flies by you, in rushing flashes of light and air, in loud, quick, dangerous spaces like those between the cars of a train. There is nothing you can do. You walk in the sleep of yourself and wait. You wait for the train to pass.”
Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?

“Wake up with the birds and sleep with the stars.”
Marty Rubin

Eduard von Keyserling
“She lay there, her arms raised, her hands folded on top of her head, her eyes wide open, and observed how the grey-blue light penetrated into the room through the white-and-red-striped curtains, picking out the washstand, the two crude chairs and the tall yellow wardrobe in the gloom, illuminating the room without bringing it to life, without, as it were, waking it up. And it seemed to Doralice that this room, as small as a ship's cabin, was in no way connected to her.”
Eduard von Keyserling, Wellen

Steven Magee
“If you are waking up in the middle of the night vomiting, you should be suspecting that you may have had a biologically toxic electro-magnetic interference (EMI) exposure during the daytime.”
Steven Magee

Steven Magee
“If you are not naturally waking up at sunrise, then it is likely you have some form of Circadian Rhythm Disorder.”
Steven Magee

Steven Magee
“I lost my circadian rhythm during extreme night shift work atop the very high altitude mountain of Mauna Kea in Hawaii. Waking up in the morning, staying awake during the daytime and sleeping has been problematic ever since.”
Steven Magee

Steven Magee
“Continuous daytime full spectrum light therapy restored my circadian rhythm and I was waking up at sunrise with the birds.”
Steven Magee

Vladimir Nabokov
“Her intense and pure religiousness took the form of her having equal faith in the existence of another world and in the impossibility of comprehending it in terms of earthly life. All one could do was to glimpse, amid the haze and the chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

John Eldredge
“You will not think clearly about your life until you think mythically. Until you see with the eyes of your heart.”
John Eldredge, Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive

Emil M. Cioran
“To shake people up, to wake them from their sleep, while knowing you are committing a crime and that it would be a thousand times better to leave them alone, since when they wake, too, you have nothing to offer them....”
Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

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