I slept and dreamed that life was beauty. I awoke - and…

“Aelin awoke, drenched in sweat and twisted in the sheets, fear clenching her like a fist. She willed herself to breathe, to blink—to look…

— Sarah J. Maas

It never dawned on me to be born I just awoke to the fact one day. My first orgasm was a similar experience.

— Jules Carlysle

Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into…

— Margaret George

“After Aris awoke from and intense dream: '"Are you well? You were... making noises." Dysis sounded like she couldn't tell whether to be embarrassed…

— Tracy E. Banghart

“Harry awoke at half past five the next morning as abruptly and completely as if somebody had yelled in his ear. For a few…

— J.K. Rowling

“He awoke. Not the instant awareness of being jolted by an alarm or the gentle rising from dozing in and out, but a gradual…

— Olan Thorensen

“Celaena awoke as dawn poured into her room. Chaol still held her to him, just as he had all night, as if she would…

— Sarah J. Maas

When the first light dawned on the earth, and the birds awoke, and the brave river was heard rippling confidently seaward, and the nimble…

— Henry David Thoreau

I awoke you from your sleep because I saw that you were having a nightmare. And now you are cross and say to me:…

— Friedrich Nietzsche

“On the far horizon waved some flicker of light My heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of dream My eyes, turning…

— Faiz Ahmed Faiz

“I awoke in the deepest night to find I had been divided from myself. There lay my body sleeping and dreaming, and I was…

— Sarah Micklem

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

— Scott Westerfeld

“And as the hands of the clocks clicked to eight past one, the house awoke to the sudden and definite realization that now was…

— Scott Thomas

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she…

— Jane Austen

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France,…

— Wilfred Owen