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Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up.
— Veronica Roth, (Divergent)
In order to dance professionally, you have to start at a young age. No matter what, your muscle structure and your bones have to be groomed from a very young age. Nobody wakes up at 17 and decides to become a ballet dancer.
— Amanda Schull, in Sheila Roberts Joan Chen and Amanda Schull Interview Mao’s Last Dancer
...when she wakes up, there is silence, as though the day has held its breath.
Nicole Dennis-Benn— From her book, Here Comes the Sun: A Novel (2016).
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bride-grooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.
Robert Herrick— 1648 Hesperides,'The Argument of His Book'.
Birds build but not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
gerard manley hopkins— 'Thou art indeed just, Lord' (1889)
Now conscience wakes despair That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
john milton— 1665 Of Satan. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.4, l.23-6.
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
Tennyson— 1859 Idylls of the King,'Merlin andVivien', l.458.
The spirit of rebellion is present in every great city, and the great task of wise government is to keep it dormant, for if it wakes it is a torrent which no dam can hold back.
giacomo casanova— History of My Life (trans. Trask 1967), 1997 reprint, v. 9, chapter 7, p. 174
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Oliver Goldsmith— Line 185.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;They lift their heavy lids, and look;And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,They read with joy, then shut the book.
coventry patmore— Book I, Canto VIII, II The Revelation.
Grotesque sentiments such as the lust of business success or economic power of any kind, and indeed every purely self-regarding passion, from that of the social climber to that of the salvation-seeking ascetic, are experienced by the explorer with something of that shame which the child, emerging into adolescence, may feel toward the still-clinging fascination of his outgrown toys, or with such disgust as the youth may feel when he wakes from some unworthy sexual infatuation
Olaf Stapledon— Chapter II: Exploring the Past
Music religious heat inspires, It wakes the soul, and lifts it high, And wings it with sublime desires, And fits it to bespeak the Deity.
joseph addison— Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1692), st. 4.
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf.
Robert Browning— "Home-Thoughts, from Abroad", line 1.
He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing. The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper.
dave matthews— Ants Marching
Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters, Drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling of his grave.
colin meloy— The Mariner's Revenge Song (Picaresque - 2005)
I want to be the surgeon who cuts you open Who fixes all of life's mistakes I want to be the house that you were raised in The only place where you feel safe. I wanna be a shower in the morning That wakes you up and makes you clean I know I'm just the weather against your window As you sleep through a winter's dream
conor oberst— Ship in a Bottle
He lives, he wakes 'tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn, Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— St. XLI (Adonais (1821))
And all sad scenes and thoughts and feelings vanish In that sweet sleep no power can ever banish, That one best sleep which never wakes again.
james thomson— Part XIX (The City of Dreadful Night (1870–74))
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing.
— Christina G. Rossetti, Bird Raptures.
Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis;;, line 853.
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
— Christina G. Rossetti, Bird Raptures.
Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age.
— Theodor Seuss Geisel, [Dr. Seuss] (1904 –1991), American writer and cartoonist. As quoted in "Author Isn't Just a Cat in the Hat" by Miles Corwin in The Los Angeles Times (27 November 1983); also in Dr. Seuss: American Icon (2004) by Philip Nel, p. 38.
When at last the gods triumph once more over evil, the tension breaks, the music stops, and slowly the drum beats cease. Almost unwillingly one wakes up from the reverie, tired and exhauseted, but triumphant as one who has danced with gods.
— From Tehran Journal, quoted in p.7 (The Kathakali complex)
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Oliver Goldsmith— Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveller (1764), line 1,853.
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!
john milton— John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 23.
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.
— Robert Browning, Home Thoughts. From Abroad.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
john dryden— John Dryden, Fables, The Cock and the Fox, line 325
Oh to be in England now that April's there. And whoever wakes in England sees some morning, unaware. That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, while the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough in England - now!
Robert Browning— Robert Browning, Home Thoughts from Abroad.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Oliver Goldsmith— Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, 1770, l. 81.
