#wake

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead? ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#insomnia #reality #sleep #wake #dreams

Sharpen your Claws against wrong doing, against human suffering. Have Ears like Owls, HEAR what your child isn't telling you. Have Eyes like a Hawk, so that you might SEE all that passes before you. Be Brave like a Bear and have the Courage of a Mother Lion to SAVE our young. ↗

— Theresa L. Flores

#courage

Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#sadness #wake #dreams

God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man. ↗

— Arthur Young

#awakens #god #man #minerals #plants

Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#choice #dance #identity #individuality #life

Our physical world seems ready and able to accommodate the needs of the spiritually awakened new Superhuman. The constraints or demands of our material world are not the real problem; it is our own spiritual awareness and philosophical wisdom that is lagging behind. ↗

— Anthon St. Maarten

#awareness #conscious-evolution #future-generations #global-awareness #modern-society

Do not wait not for old age to wake you up to the true value of each moment. ↗

— Martin Suarez

#awake #enlightenment #life-lessons #old-age #value-of-life

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric....But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art--he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman. ↗

— Plato

#madness #muse #poetry #soul #art

I… What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd heard every word. He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free. His hand was shaking as he held it out. "It's messy." Bella took the paper. In a child's uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOU Her lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared.   "Maybe you can't read it," he said in a small voice. "I can do it over."   She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's… beautiful." "I don't expect anything back. I mean… I know that you don't… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#love #lover-awakened #z #zsadist #beauty

the voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#beauty #gentle #voice #beauty