#slumber

Thought once awakened does not again slumber; unfolds itself into a System of Thought; grows, in man after man, generation after generation, - till its full stature is reached, and such System of Thought can grow no farther, but must give place to another. ↗

— Thomas Carlyle

#again #another #awakened #does #farther

To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature. ↗

— Ernst Fischer

#dreams #duty #literature #moral #moral duty

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. ↗

— Thomas Dekker

#eyes #golden #kiss #rise #slumbers

I'm hosting weekend retreats all over America. It is like a 24-hour slumber party for moms. We laugh, eat, play games, get massages, win prizes, talk about parenting and even cry a bit. ↗

— Lisa Whelchel

#america #bit #cry #eat #even

There are forces all around you who wish to exploit division, rob you of your freedom, and tell you what to think. But young folks can rekindle the weary spirit of a slumbering nation. ↗

— Wynton Marsalis

#division #exploit #folks #forces #freedom

The best artist has that thought alone Which is contained within the marble shell; The sculptor's hand can only break the spell To free the figures slumbering in the stone. ↗

— Michelangelo

#artist #best #break #contained #figures

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing. ↗

— Austin Dobson

#blessing #deathly #delight #every #hast

Might there come a time When we stand over a grave And mourn ourselves? Mourn the past, a previous life? Shall we weep for the passing of time? Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams? In my naivety; in my belief In immortal youth, I sleep walk through life. Someone... wake me up. Please. Wake me up. ↗

— Samantha Young

#immortality #mourn #passing #reflection #sleep

The older you get, the few slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them? ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#get #happened #hate #i #liked

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour. ↗

— Lord Byron

#hour #into #itself #life #long