The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

Besides, if a guy couldn’t accept the way a woman looked when she woke up, he wasn’t worth waking up next to. Not.

It’s tough going to bed with a stranger. There’s nothing much to talk about the next morning when you wake up.

A lot of cable television is shot on a single camera. Our eyes are more trained to that. It takes the camera off the crane, away from observing the action, to becoming a character in the story along with everyone else. People are getting used to that.

I hate when I’m on a flight and I wake up with a water bottle next to me like oh great now I gotta be responsible for this water bottle.

Fame freaks me out. Do you just wake up different? I don’t know how to scale it back if it gets too crazy.

I want to get so famous that I don’t have to wake up in the morning. It’ll probably never happen.

“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”

I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.

You can’t wake up. This is not a dream. You’re part of a machine. You’re not a human being.

I don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

To do anything to a high level it has to be total obsession. Ask José Mourinho, he wouldn’t know a thing about me, my sport – he knows football, and to get to high levels you have to be insane, nothing else means anything. I respect all forms of movement and lifestyles, but I am in a bubble. I wake up, it is in my head; I go to sleep, it’s in my head, 24/7.

Don’t let your alarm clock, be the only reason you wake up.

I’m gonna take myself a nap. Please don’t wake me up unless you’re sure we’re going to crash, because… I wouldn’t want to miss something like that.

A man who pays respect to the great paves the way for his own greatness

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

If you find no one to support you on the spiritual path, walk alone

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.

The American Dream is dead, and we need to wake up to that reality.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Kids wake up each day believing in the goodness of things, in the magic of what might be.

Some people dream of success, while others wake up and work hard at it.

I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape one way or another. No more walls.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.

If you even dream of beating me you’d better wake up and apologize.

Sometimes I wake up, feel like I should’ve been in jail.