Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything
Mots clés waking-up
Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.
Glen CookUn des moments les plus pénibles de sa vie était celui où, chaque matin, en s'éveillant, il s'apprenait son malheur.
StendhalMots clés waking-up
It's like waking up and finding there's a war on. Nothing's the way it used to be and it's difficult to get your balance. That's why I held Billy's hand.
Glenda MillardMots clés war waking-up holding-hands get-your-balance
Обичам да я гледам, когато се събужда. Започваш да разбираш, че си истински влюбен, когато искаш да се събуждаш до някого по-силно, отколкото да заспивате заедно.
Zachary KarabashlievIt's nice to wake up in the morning alone and not have to tell someone you love them when you don't love them anymore.
Darnell Lamont WalkerMots clés love mornings waking-up
There are two ways of waking up in the morning. One is to say, 'Good morning, God,' and the other is to say, 'Good God, morning'!
Fulton J. SheenMots clés humor good-morning waking-up
There isn’t a good side and a bad side of you or of anybody, so there’s no need to be at war with yourself or anyone or anything at all.
All we are is a bunch of dozy people in the process of waking up.
All we really need to do is try gently to be open to continuing that process.
It’s no good getting worked up about stuff – it’s better to relax and laugh at our mistakes, then figure out how to learn from them and move on.
Mots clés mistakes good bad learn move-on waking-up relax-laugh
He woke up frozen stiff. A cold dawn was lighting up the peaks on the other side of the valley, making them shine like giant lanterns. Above, through the broken bones of the roof, he could see the sky, clear now, a deep violet blue, waiting for the sun to breach the mountaintops. The snow clouds had gone, off to bother someone else. Where he lay was still dark, wrapped in leftover shadows. The wall, so deliciously warm when he'd fallen asleep, was like ice, sucking the heat out of him, but what had woken him were screams. Long piercing screams, over and over.
Stephen DeasMots clés waking-up
Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.
Iain BanksMots clés sleep dawn waking-up
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