Sometimes one awakes with the knowledge that unrecallable dreams have been lining your sleep, and though you feel rested, it is the rest of one who has lived for hours in an alternate world, another realm.

wounds make you awake in the memories but tears makes tough and dry in real life.

Love is the throbbing that keeps you awake at night. Or is that simply from taking too much Viagra?

when one is secure, need to be awake to keep security .

I had a dream last night I was awake through the pregnancy but I fell asleep at birth when I awoke I was Pinocchio and stuck inside a tree, does that mean I don’t have to listen to jazz anymore?

Compared to what we ought to be, we are half awake.

We are more curious about the meaning of dreams than about things we see when awake.

Awake my soul, the glory of the Lord is upon me.

People think coffee can be drunk with or without cream and sugar, but coffee can be drunk more ways than that. Coffee can be drunk awake or asleep, and coffee can be drunk by the cup, by the gallon, or by yourself.

Death people who are still alive at this hour, must resurrect and ascend to the intellectual heaven where there is no ignorance.

Morning coffee is my preferred method of starting my evening. I make love all the time half the time. That half is night. Wake me up when it’s ready.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic… because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep… you take a book to read… you take a pen and a paper to write…you cling on some music that might just make you fall...

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I...

The bottom line remains the same: you’re either awake or you’re not.One day, there it is. Nothing. No more enemies, no more battles.

There’s a genius in everyone. It’s either asleep or awake

Prove to the world that you are alive, let your words breathe life into the nostrils of the universe.

If you are reading this, be sure to count this on your blessings list.

Entangled cobwebs of my mind keep me awake at night! Need to get back to sm serious writing again!

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other...

There is no work-life balance. We have one life. What’s most important is that you be awake for it.

Jeeter?” Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. “Are you awake?” She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn’t sleep. He always answered her call no matter how late it was.”I’m here,” his voice echoed back. “Trouble sleeping again?””Yeah.””Another bad dream?””Uh-huh,” she sniffed, unexpected tears...

Never wait for the alarm clock to wake you up; your passion must wake you up against sluggish lifestyles. Positive passion keeps you hot until the work it finished!

Before you speak… I have already heard. Before you see… I had seen a million times. Before you reach… I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.

If coffee were like dreams, then I would be wired in constant bliss, never needing sleep to live out my dreams.

My hands fell asleep, so I washed them with hot coffee. Then I had donuts for breakfast, by way of spinning circles in my car and burning rubber in the parking garage of my office building.

I am so tired; all I want to do is sleep. I want to sleep all the day, from dawn until twilight that every evening comes a little earlier and a little more drearily. In the daytime, all I can think about is sleeping. But in the night I do is try to stay awake.

As I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I’ll steal the light of day away to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

I only wake to fall asleepAnd sleep, to awake without end.

I drink coffee like I make love, only I’m more awake with the coffee.

Don’t wait for people to dress your bed for you, do it yourself and you’ll be glad to sleep and feel relaxed.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

Snuggle time is my favorite time. Well, that and 12:34 and 3:33. And the time between when I take my first sip of coffee at 8 AM and when I finally wake up, at 5:00 PM.

Sometimes, God doesn’t send you into a battle to win it; he sends you to end it.

I was a big fan of ‘Awake’ and also ‘Lone Star.’

You have to be awake at 6 a.m., when everyone else is asleep.

Air conditioning is indoor winter. Coffee is liquid wakefulness. And my love is like For Sale, only it’s not on sale. I’m afraid there is no discount.

Is today a good day to die?Is today the day?And if not today–when?

When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.

Coffee has a way of waking me up like no alarm clock can. Not only do I sleepwalk, but I sleepdrink, and I often don’t wake up until 5:00 PM, when I leave work.

I had a dream I was awake and I woke up to find myself asleep.

Despite being tired, I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes having a functioning penis can be a real drag (especially if it always dangles along the ground as I walk).

Awake your soul to happy memories.

My cat likes to wake me up by licking my armpit. Never before have I had such a romantic alarm clock. It’s true, man, I should have been born Harry Truman. He could have been a memorable deodorant salesman, if he weren’t such a forgettable President.

I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that’s beckoning to you.

Some nights are just too long when you don’t know what keeps you awake…

A being of light for a pet wouldn’t be furry, but it would keep you warm—and awake at night.

I’m a sound sleeper. Every time I hear a sound I wake up. Sometimes I envy Helen Keller.

Today is a gift.Today is all I have.I be fully awake in today.

I went to a wake, but I wasn’t awake. I was asleep, not dead.

To a realized master, death and rebirth is in every breath. Death is that of body consciousness, ego and limits of the mind. Rebirth is that of the cosmic mind of being the Spirit. In this realization is liberation.When awake as liberated, each prayer and each moment of meditation is for humanity as there is...