#waking

She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking. ↗

— Angela Carter

#dream #life #reality #sleeping #waking

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love. ↗

— Jenny Han

#love #moment #slow-process #truth #waking-up

I was happy in the dream; but when I woke up it was with a feeling that I was falling apart, that I was cracking up from the inside and slowly falling to pieces. My heart was jumping and grating like a cold engine that doesn't want to start. My skin was crawling, and I couldn't manage a single clear thought. It was as if all my thoughts were crushed to bits just as they began to take shape. I didn't get much done that day. ↗

— Ninni Holmqvist

#dream #engine #heart #waking #dreams

Waking up to a smell is a lot more satisfying than waking up to a noise. Instead of barging in uninvited and yanking you out into reality, smells enter your dreams with a silent knock and a polite "Excuse me? ↗

— Adi Alsaid

#waking-up #dreams

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#drove #hell #holy #night #nightmares

...for all its apparent speed, the ship was almost perfectly silent, and he experienced an enervating, eerie feeling, as though the ancient warship, mothballed all those centuries, had somehow not yet fully woken up, and events within its sleek hull still moved to another, slower tempo, made half of dreams. ↗

— Iain Banks

#dreams #jernau-morat-gurgeh #made-half-of-dreams #mothballed #silence

It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#crazy #dream #dreaming #dreams #plan

Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#waking-up #you #experience

Oh, got no reason, got not shame Got no family I can blame Just don't let me disappear I'mma tell you everything ↗

— Ryan Tedder

#family

The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artistic #creativity #equations #gifts #ideas