I learned mime back when I was in college, at Ball State University, Indiana. That woke up my body from the neck down and made me realize that acting and communication – portraying a story, event, or emotion – is a full-body experience.
2016 was the year the Anglo-Saxon world woke up.
The quote that helped me the most with my life was: It only gets better when you get better. That woke me up.
Your whole life is changed with that first child. Your social behaviors are all turned upside down, you’re sleep deprived, but eight months in, my son had this seizure, and it just woke me up to the idea that, oh, no, this can end. And it can end in a way that will destroy you forever.
I was thinking it would be nice if I woke up and could play like Roberto Clemente.
Every morning when I woke up, my mother was already in the kitchen making breakfast. It was always the same: steamed rice, pickled vegetables, grilled fish and miso soup. Each day there was something different in the soup such as tofu or potatoes.
The weirdest place I ever actually woke up in was a villa on the beach in Mexico. It was burning hot, and there were all these crabs walking around me. But I was feeling good, so I went with the vibe.
We woke up one day, and Pakistan had nuclear weapons.
It’s been like a bad dream I never woke from.
I remember this one time I had a dream about me writing a screenplay, and when I woke up, you know those dreams that feel so real, but I woke up and I was like, ‘Oh my god I have this amazing screenplay I need to write down as soon as I wake up’ and then I woke up and I was like what the heck was I dreaming of?
I woke up find a rather noisy multi-lingual meeting going on. This was great as everyone could participate and even though everything had to be translated into about four different languages it never became boring. After a while the meeting broke up and everyone went for food.
I grew up outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a little town, and went to a regular high school. I was a… very average student in that high school. Then I joined the Navy, and while I was in the Navy, I was in a motorcycle accident and woke up deaf in a hospital.
The house burned an hour before midnight on the last day of April. The wild, distant ringing of the fire bells woke George Hazard. He stumbled through the dark hallway, then upstairs to the mansion tower, and stepped outside into the narrow balcony.
When I started to make money, I went a bit crazy. Once, I went to the race track and woke up the next morning owning a horse.
By the time we woke up on Sundays, my dad would have left home to get mutton. It was a kind of stew with thick gravy that my mother used to make in a pressure cooker. Even after the mutton was over, the cooker would still have some masala left. I used to polish it off with some rice.
Early on in my recovery, the entire United States seemed to be supportive. Letters flooded in from all over the place, so from the second I woke up in the hospital, I’ve always had a great team and great people.
Go back to what’s good, what’s certain, what’s always there. You woke up today. Just start walking. Whatever it is, it’ll pass. Time doesn’t go backward. That’s the one real blessing. It happened; it does you no good to worry. Keep it movin’.
Universal woke us up with a movie called ‘Straight Outta Compton.’
So why are we having to fight in 2012 against politicians who want to end access to birth control? It’s like we woke up in a bad episode of ‘Mad Men.’
I’m an early riser, for one thing. This started back when our kids were small. My wife and I would get up at 4 A.M. so that we could have a couple of peaceful hours before they woke up. That pattern has continued. I get up, make coffee, and while it’s brewing, I do 50 sit-ups.
You’re not born woke. Something wakes you up.
One day between takes on the ‘Oz’ set, I went into one of the cells and laid down and dozed off. When I woke up, I thought I was back in a federal pen. But I did my time, and today no one is more of a free man than Chuck Zito.
I felt that the biological clock was some myth to keep me from doing what I wanted to do. And so I rebelled against it in the ’90s. I thought it was a backlasher, some sort of faulty data. But it’s real. I’m glad I woke up before my body was just like ‘uh-uh.’
I’m petrified of spiders. I hate them. I sleep with a glass of water beside my bed every night. I woke up once to take a sip of water and almost swallowed a dead one floating in the glass.
I used to have nightmares when I was a little kid that I woke up prematurely and opened all the Christmas presents. And then I would be so relieved when I woke up and I realized that I hadn’t done it.
Once I went to bed in Orlando and I woke up in Atlanta. I have no idea how that happened.
As ‘Octomom,’ I was the walking dead. When I woke up and I went back to my roots, my helping profession, and my kids, we were struggling financially, but it didn’t matter. I never felt so free and so happy in my life.
I woke up in Australia almost every day for the first 47 years of my life. When I left, I didn’t discard that, didn’t reject that, didn’t forget that. Not even New York City can wipe that out.
I think the word ‘woke’ is now over. The first time I heard my mature, white dad use that term, I was like ‘OK, this is done.’
I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.
I did have that happen when I was with the Celtics once – I was there late and no one woke me up when I fell asleep in a chair. But at the Celtics they didn’t like me as much, so they let me snooze away and made fun of me.
I woke up in my apartment one day, about seven years ago and I thought, I’ll do the Knievel rocket jump.’
I only really woke up in India. It was my first experience of plenty, strangely enough, because everything in England was rationed. I loved sweets, but you couldn’t get them; then there was this marvelous mitthai – I went crazy.
I went to the doctor last week. I said: ‘Can I have some sleeping pills for the wife?’ He said: ‘Why?’ I said: ‘She’s woke up.’
I put $5 million into the real-estate business when the world was coming to an end, and three years later, by 1980, I woke up and was worth a hundred. That’s a lot of money back then.
I woke up on May 15, 1991, the day of my Barnard graduation, and I said to myself, ‘By the end of today you will decide what you want to do with the rest of your life.’
I don’t know who made the Earth. I woke up one morning, and it’s here. I make the best of it.
At any given moment, we each face a barrage of obligations, often disparate and distinct from what we thought would happen when we woke up. From the tragic to the common to the extraordinary, life refuses to be divvied up into careful slices of time. No technology can manage to overcome the realities of reality.
China may brutalize Buddhists in Tibet and Muslims in Xinjiang while denying basic rights to the rest of its 1.3 billion citizens, but ‘woke’ activists pushing intersectionality keep mum on all that.
I think I’m part of a generation of crime writers all of whom woke up independently and recoiled with horror at the fact that we’d chosen this very conservative genre.
I went to bed on the night of Brexit, of that vote for leaving the E.U., and I said to everyone it will be a 70/30: nobody wants to leave the E.U. I woke up on the bus in Glastonbury, and everybody had their heads in their hands. They could not believe it. I could not believe it.
I woke up this morning, and I still don’t believe I won the Daytona 500.
I’m a late riser by my family’s standards. Sleeping is a luxury because since I was young, I woke up very early to go ice-skating. So I’m really not a morning girl.
Food redistribution is economically sensible, ecologically pressing, and socially responsible; it is high time food corporations woke up to it and governments started funding the organisations that facilitate it.
I need to get a tiny bit more ‘woke.’
I grew up in the east side of Detroit in an area where there was very little, except for a lot of scarcity, poverty and hunger. I never woke up saying, ‘I’m an orphan again today, isn’t this terrible? Poor me.’
I woke up one morning with the knowledge that I had a brain tumor. It wasn’t so much that I dreamt I had a brain tumor; it was like someone just poured the knowledge into my head. It wasn’t like an image; it was just like knowing. It was so weird, which is why I paid attention.
I think the book that really kind of woke me up a little bit when I was starting to write was ‘Winesburg, Ohio’ by Sherwood Anderson. I was in grad school at Brown, going for an M.A. in creative writing. Those stories seemed to me to be doing away with pretty writing.
I was a child of privilege and I woke up to a world on fire.
The increasingly progressive messages in marketing campaigns are clearly a mercenary attempt to entice millennials: they are trying to be ‘woke.’
I woke up one day and wanted to change my look. And I was like, ‘Okay, what are you going to do about it?’ I said, ‘I’m going lose 30 pounds, I’m going to get a little lipo, and I’m going to get a Monroe piercing, and I’m going to cut my hair. I’m going to get totally wild.’
