I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
Quotes about awoke (16 Quotes)
Why does no one confess his sins Because he is yet in them. It is for a man who has awoke from sleep to tell his dreams.
September 11 awoke us to the threat of terrorism. It was forever bookmarked in our history as the day when life as Americans knew it, changed forever.
And when he was entered into a ship, his disciples followed him. And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves but he was asleep. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us we perish. And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea and there was a great calm. But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him.
I loved nearly all my teachers; but it was not till I went home to live at Oxford, in 1867, that I awoke intellectually to a hundred interests and influences that begin much earlier nowadays to affect any clever child.
Futility Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds, Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides, Full-nerved still warm too hard to stir Was it for this the clay grew tall O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all.
I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.
Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?
I awoke one morning with the love of God
Brimming over my heart, so I went to see Richard
To settle the fence in the spirit of Jesus Christ.
We awoke one morning in September, and the world lurched on its axis.
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.
I think it was this curiosity about the natural world which awoke my early interest in science.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou' The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered, 'The names of those who love the Lord.' 'And is mine one' said Abou. 'Nay not so.' Replied the angel, Abou spoke more low, But clearly still, and said, 'I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.' The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed. And lo Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
I have often reflected upon the new vistas that reading opened to me. I knew right there in prison that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see it today, the ability to read awoke in me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.
I was a man who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age.... The gods had given me almost everything. I had genius, a distinguished name, high social position, brilliancy, intellectual daring I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art I altered the minds of men and the colour of things there was nothing I said or did that did not make people wonder.... I treated Art as the supreme reality, and life as a mere mode of fiction I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me I summed up all systems in a phrase, and all existence in an epigram.