Slumbering Quotes

#1. The moon was obscured by heavy clouds. January was already past the mid-mark and the early delta spring would soon be on them. Already on the night was the faint, fresh smell of buddings and the intimacy that comes from the warm delta air trapped between slumbering earth and lowering clouds.

Leslie H. Whitten Jr.

#2. Slumbering in every human being lies an infinity of possibilities, which one must not arouse in vain. For it is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice.

Elias Canetti

#3. This love thing awakened a group of slumbering senses in my body that I never even knew existed.

Cecelia Ahern

#4. There is a power now slumbering within us, which is awakened would do to evil what light does to darkness.

Mahatma Gandhi

#5. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

Edward Young

#6. The best artist has that thought alone Which is contained within the marble shell; The sculptor's hand can only break the spell To free the figures slumbering in the stone.

Michelangelo

#7. There was in him a slumbering spark of sociability which the long Starkfield winters had not yet extinguished. By nature grave and inarticulate, he admired recklessness and gaiety in others and was warmed to the marrow by friendly human intercourse.

Edith Wharton

#8. Deep within man dwell those slumbering powers; powers that would astonish him, that he never dreamed of possessing; forces that would revolutionize his life if aroused and put into action.

Orison Swett Marden

#9. Barrett is a bigger guy, not fat (not yet) but ursine, crimson of eye and lip; ginger-furred, possessed (he likes to think) of an enchanted sensual slyness, the prince transformed into wolf or lion, all slumbering large-pawed docility, awaiting, with avid yellow eyes, love's first kiss.

Michael Cunningham

#10. In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.

Edgar Allan Poe

#11. Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.

J.K. Rowling

#12. You may speak but a word to a child, and in that child there may be slumbering a noble heart which shall stir the Christian Church in years to come.

Charles Spurgeon

#13. Between the shadows of the earth and the dark depths of the sky, human life lay slumbering, with all its unsolved puzzles.

Theodor Storm

#14. The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan -
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.

Emily Dickinson

#15. In that hushed hour between midnight and dawn when Morpheus' sable hands touch the rosy finger tips of Aurora and even the fairies are slumbering on their flowery couches,

Anya Seton

#16. Everyone knows that on any given day there are energies slumbering in him which the incitement's of that day do not call forth. Compared with what we ought to be, we are only half awake. The human individual usually lives far within his limits.

William James

#17. We have the means of evangelizing our country, but they are slumbering in the pews of our churches.

John Stott

#18. O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#19. There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.

Henry David Thoreau

#20. Don't try to impress God with your works" or "Don't attempt to please God with your merits" or "Don't try to keep the rules and regulations in order to earn your salvation." He looked around at nearly slumbering collections of utterly casual Christians and wondered, "Who's trying?

Martin E. Marty

#21. Far, far below the chariot's path, Calm as a slumbering babe, Tremendous Ocean lay. The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars, The chariot's fiery track, And the gray light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#22. I was in a kind of no-man's-land, a place between places. The mind plays all sorts of tricks, gets up to all kinds of things while we ourselves are slumbering in a white zone that looks for all the world like inattention to the onlooker.

Diane Setterfield

#23. Daryl sat next to Daquan and gently kissed his slumbering son on the forhead.He admired his features on the thick eyebrows they both shared.The boy had Mayc's nose and a mixture of his caramel complexion and Macy's hershey hue.

C-Murder

#24. They travel through the heartland, past cold factories and drifty towns, to the old, old mountains slumbering east of Tennessee.

Sarah Sullivan

#25. Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering acts.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

#26. Time and time again I have been persuaded that a huge potential of goodwill is slumbering within our society. It's just that it's incoherent, suppressed, confused, crippled and perplexed.

Vaclav Havel

#27. The mild wind made the trees sway gently, in a lullaby rhythm, and the resultant susurration was like the soft sighs and dreamy murmurs of a thousand peacefully slumbering children.

Dean Koontz

#28. There are forces all around you who wish to exploit division, rob you of your freedom, and tell you what to think. But young folks can rekindle the weary spirit of a slumbering nation.

Wynton Marsalis

#29. It is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken that slumbering Progress.

Victor Hugo

#30. I believe a very large majority of church goers are merely unthinking, slumbering worshipers of an unknown God.

Charles Spurgeon

#31. There was, he knew, within him, hidden deep and far away, a great slumbering turbulence he could neither understand nor reach, a turbulence that was also a void, the business of unfinished things.

Richard Flanagan

#32. Sublime Philosophy! Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven; And bright with beckoning angels-but alas! We see thee, like the patriarch, but in dreams, By the first step, dull slumbering on the earth.

Alan Judd

#33. Friends with spiteful hearts and thousand eyes of evil, mock not my slumbering glory. I just might be the next in line to gain access to the secret fount of good riches.

Darmie Orem

#34. The Librarian looked at his charges approvingly, made his last rounds of the slumbering shelves, and then dragged his blanket underneath his desk, ate a goodnight banana, and fell asleep.

Terry Pratchett

#35. Calm as a slumbering babe, Tremendous Ocean lay. The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars,

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#36. White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest ... White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#37. A drainless shower
Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power;
'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.

John Keats

#38. The spirit of 1776 is not dead. It had only been slumbering. The body of the American people is substantially republican.

Thomas Jefferson

#39. The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.

P.J. Parker

#40. Sometimes it felt like she was still in the middle of a conversation with him, that they'd only paused for a beat; that this was nothing more than the space between musical notes, the timeout on a playing field, the long, slumbering winter before an inevitable spring.

Jennifer E. Smith

#41. Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#42. Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.

W.G. Sebald

#43. Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.

John Stuart Blackie