#waken

One of the most beautiful passages of Rousseau is that in the sixth book of Confessions, where he describes the awakening in him of the literary sense. Of such wisdom, the poetic passion, the desire of beauty, the love of art for its own sake, has most. ↗

— Walter Pater

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My appointed work is to awaken the divine nature that is within. ↗

— Peace Pilgrim

#awaken #divine #divine nature #nature #within

Awaken its powers, and it will respect itself. ↗

— Francis Wright

#itself #powers #respect #will

If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing. ↗

— Gail Sheehy

#day #every #every day #grow #growing

Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live. ↗

— Bayard Taylor

#character #fame #give #live #taken

I want so much for my lover. At night when our beds are drawn close together I waken and see his dear yellow head on the pillow - sometimes his arm thrown over on my bed - and I kiss his hand, very softly so that it will not waken him. ↗

— Dawn Powell

#bed #beds #close #dear #drawn

But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent. ↗

— Knut Hamsun

#desire #passion #spring #young-love #love

What we can imagine we can make real ↗

— Nadine May

#awakening #inspirational #novels #predictive #visionary-fiction

For as long as I could remember, I had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. Now I was in my own way; I myself was a dark object I could not ignore. I couldn't remember how to forget myself. I didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as I might, I couldn't avoid it. I was a boulder blocking my own path. I was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. So this was adolescence. Is this how the people around me had died on their feet - inevitably, helplessly? Perhaps their own selves eclipsed the sun for so many years the world shriveled around them, and when at least their inescapable orbits had passed through these dark egoistic years it was too late, they had adjusted. Must I then lose the world forever, that I had so loved? Was it all, the whole bright and various planet, where I had been so ardent about finding myself alive, only a passion peculiar to children, that I would outgrow even against my will? ↗

— Annie Dillard

#awakening #consciousness #selfconsciousness #love