Jar Awake Quotes & Sayings

Corbin, I don't know if I'll ever be able to break down all the walls I have. I can't promise you that I'll never run again, or that I'll never shut down. But what I can promise is that I've felt more alive in the past two weeks than I ever will again if you walk out of my life. — Kandi Steiner

It is possible that what stirred inside her head at that moment was her brain, waking up. She was nine years old, and she was in the third-A grade at school, but that was the first time she had ever had a whole thought of her very own. At home, Aunt Frances had always known exactly what she was doing, and had helped her over the hard places before she even knew they were there; and at school her teachers had been carefully trained to think faster than the scholars. Somebody had always been explaining things to Elizabeth Ann so carefully that she had never found out a single thing for herself before. This was a very small discovery, but it was her own. — Dorothy Canfield Fisher

They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named:
Men were ashamed of honour; but we were not ashamed. — G.K. Chesterton

Nothing saddens me more than seeing how quickly the dog grows used to its leash. — Marty Rubin

We dream - it is good we are dreaming - It would hurt us - were we awake - But since it is playing - kill us, And we are playing - shriek - What harm? Men die - externally - It is a truth - of Blood - But we - are dying in Drama - And Drama - is never dead - Cautious - We jar each other - And either - open the eyes - Lest the Phantasm - prove the Mistake - And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite - With just an Age - and Name - And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian - It's prudenter - to dream - — Emily Dickinson

For actors, you've gotta sometimes fill in your backstory. — Anna Gunn

Neverfell was tired, so very tired. Waiting in her room to learn of her fate, her mind kept dropping away into sleep for numb instants no longer than a blink. Next moment her thoughts would jar her awake again, thrashing and crashing and clattering like a monstrous waterwheel, turning and turning without end or purpose. She jerked and stared and barely knew where she was, dream pieces floating like iceberg shards across her half-waking mind. — Frances Hardinge