#wake

On the other hand, what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts. ↗

— David Bowie

#demons #ghosts #hand #i #inside

The ocean is 20 minutes away. Nature surrounds me 24/7. I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping. I also love that I can go out to dinner in jeans and flip-flops. ↗

— Jordana Brewster

#away #birds #dinner #go #i

You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#cold #dark #life #light #moon

I didn't wake up one day and say, you know, 'Supply-side economics doesn't make sense.' ↗

— David Brock

#economics #i #know #make #one day

I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's chariot, aware that some metamorphosis has occurred. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#am #awake #aware #chariot #entirely

I know he played on the last record but I don't wake up in the middle of the night thinking of Eric Clapton. ↗

— Jack Bruce

#eric #eric clapton #i #know #last

Learning how to improvise really awakened my interest in music. ↗

— Carter Burwell

#how #improvise #interest #learning #music

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep. ↗

— George Byron

#man #might #reason #sleep #tell

I wake up at 5 a.m. every day and go to bed early. ↗

— Scott Caan

#day #early #every #every day #go

A child is asleep. Her private life unwinds inside skin and skull; only as she sheds childhood, first one decade and then another, can she locate the actual, historical stream, see the setting of her dreaming private life—the nation, the city, the neighborhood, the house where the family lives—as an actual project under way, a project living people willed, and made well or failed, and are still making, herself among them. I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#childhood #history #memory #dreams