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Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.
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Glen Cook |
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Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home.
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life
present
sleep
waking-up
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Christopher Isherwood |
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"I wanted to wake you straightaway, but I knew I had to wait several hours to ensure you were safely recovered." "What! How long has it been?" "Five minutes. I got bored."
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humor
nathaniel-hawthorne
safety
sarcasm
waking-up
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Jonathan Stroud |
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If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That's what people meant when they talked about going to heaven. It was like waking up.
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dreaming
heaven
life
waking-up
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Ian McEwan |
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Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.
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morning
waking-up
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John Steinbeck |
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The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep.
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sleep
sleeping
wake-up
waking-up
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Margaret Atwood |
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Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the housetops. Sensual, amiable, and defenseless as it was, it would still take a little while to die.
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alarm-clocks
amiable
death-of-sleep
defenseless
morning
small-silver-knives
the-city
the-great-dream
waking-up
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Peter S. Beagle |
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When you wake up, your face will be dry. But that doesn't mean you didn't cry.
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dreams
dry
ella-shepard
face
tears
waking-up
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Beth Revis |
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Mitch woke up the next morning the way he always did: badly.
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wake
waking-up
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Jennifer Crusie |
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I woke in the hour before dawn, stuck in that strange state where the memory of your dreams is still powerful enough to motivate your actions.
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waking
waking-up
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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Mindfulness has to do with waking up and living in harmony with oneself and with the world. It is examining who we are, constantly questioning our views of the world and our place in it, while cultivating appreciation for the fullness of each moment we are alive. It is the direct opposite of taking life for granted. It is empowering as well, because paying attention in this way opens channels to deep reservoirs of creativity, intelligence, imagination, clarity, determination, choice, and wisdom within us.
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harmony
mindfulness
paying-attention
present-moment
self-examination
waking-up
wisdom
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Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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"Seraphine." The whisper in her dreams and Bridget whimpered and tried to bat it away. She needn't wake yet. It wasn't time to rise. She had hours still. A soft chuckle and the brush of something soft on her cheek. "I would never have guessed you were such a deep sleeper, my practical housekeeper." She had a terrible foreboding, an awful suspicion, even in her dreams, and she fought valiantly through the sluggish waves. Bridget opened her eyes, blinking, in the candlelight, to find azure eyes only inches from her own. They crinkled at the corners. "There you are."
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waking-up
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night. I open mine as wide as possible. I like to see everything, I say. What's there to see? Moon. Air. Sunrise. All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up. I like to wake up.
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drapes
light
morning
poem
poetry
sleeping
waking-up
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Anne Carson |
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If this isn't important, I will rip your throat open and piss down your lungs.
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mornings
piss
throat
waking-up
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James S.A. Corey |
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"I hated to interrupt her. I know how much a dream can be worth, but, alas... "Hello."
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waking-up
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Richard Brautigan |