Well, that’s what life is – this collection of extraordinarily ordinary moments. We just need to pay attention to them all. Wake up and pay attention to how beautiful it all is.
I wake up around nine, drink a cup of coffee, answer some emails, and ease myself into the day.
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
Every morning that I wake up and I’m breathing, I can feel it and take a moment to say, you know, ‘Thank God I’m alive for another day.’
It’s not like I wake up every morning and just can’t wait to write. It is my job. It’s much easier to not write. I’d rather read. This is my income. This is what supports my family. Having a child is a pretty big incentive to keep working.
I do have bad hair days. If I fall asleep with it slightly damp, I wake up and it’ll all be piled up on top in a mess.
I was done with my second major label deal, and I was doing a lot of urban sessions, and I had an acoustic itch. And you know, I picked up a ukulele. I always wanted one. And it just resonated with me. I would wake up with this uke in my hand. For me the ukulele just opened this door in my heart.
If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
The first step to take to wake up earlier is to have a nighttime routine that not only encourages you to fall asleep but also guarantees you’ll sleep soundly each and every night.
One day I’ll wake up and I’ll have 10 or 12 songs and think, ‘Oh that sounds like it could be a record.’
Every morning I wake up with new ideas.
Normal people don’t just wake up in the morning and say I think it’d be a good idea to run for president of the United States.
I’m very happy about ‘Last Call At The Oasis.’ I hope it’s a wake up call… we caused the problem, but we can be the solution.
I don’t like to talk about that McCanles affair. It gives me a queer shiver whenever I think of it, and sometimes I dream about it and wake up in a cold sweat.
When I wake up, I’ll go through emails on my iPhone – the junk email. At that point, my brain isn’t usually awake enough to handle anything more than that.
I don’t think you should ever say, ‘This is the last time’. Music isn’t like that. You’ll be sitting there not wishing to get onto a stage again for maybe two, three, four, five months, or maybe a year, then suddenly you’ll wake up and feel like you’ve got to do it again. It’s in the blood, and I never say never.
Since I was a kid, I’d wake up every morning hearing a voice say, ‘You’re the greatest rapper ever.’ I’m trying to prove that voice right.
My creative process is a bit manic at times, to be honest. I wake up Monday and Thursday stressed because I don’t have a video. I usually – with the exception of maybe a handful of videos – wake up, write the video, shoot the video, edit the video, release the video all in the same day.
I usually need to read emails to actually wake up. I’ll read these and Twitter, and my brain will start to get going about what a narcissistic monster I am. I read on Twitter who is talking about me. I’ll also start making jokes for the day based on what I read on Twitter.
I don’t look at things goin’, ‘Oh, is this gonna make me rich? Is this gonna make me a star? Am I gonna win awards?’ If all that stuff happens, great. Who cares? I still have to wake up in the morning and go to work and be happy to do it.
My week is full-tilt boogie. I wake up every morning, and the singular thought in my head is that maybe today is the day that I’m going to find an artist who is so amazing, an artist who will change pop culture. I’m in hot pursuit, always.
It makes me sad that corporations and media and Hollywood conspire to make people feel terrible about their bodies from the second they wake up, so I sort of try to subversively undercut that.
I should have liked to get married, but over many decades I have lived essentially alone. I go to sleep when I’m tired, get up when I wake up, have my food prepared when I’m hungry. I can’t bear the thought that I’d have to coincide, make an effort.
My first trimester I was so exhausted. I could sleep 10 hours, then wake up, look in the mirror and still have eyes like a hound dog! I felt like the life was sucked out of me, no matter how much sleep I got. It was obvious that my body was really busy doing something else and ‘beauty sleep’ didn’t exist anymore!
I wake up every day inspiring myself, because God gave me life.
I don’t mean to be a diva, but some days you wake up and you’re Barbara Streisand.
But I was very, very lucky, and it was a wake up call as far as motorbikes are concerned. I never flirted with death on the bike, but now I’m totally convinced they’re death machines.
The hardest thing about being a full time chef is leaving my work behind when I go home at night. I’ll toss and turn about a menu item or forget to order produce and wake up at 4 A.M. in a cold sweat over some artichokes.
I have so many things to work on, and so many ways that I fail. But that’s what grace is all about. And I constantly wake up every morning trying to get better, trying to improve, trying to walk closer to God.
A great day in New York would be to wake up, get a cup of coffee and head up to Central Park for a nice walk. Then I’d go down to the East Village and stroll around. After that, maybe I’d go check out a museum or catch an indie film at the Angelika.
Isn’t it so weird the day you wake up and you’re just going with the flow? And you just suddenly are a mom.
Whenever I have a chance to wake up and be alive, I always thank God for that, and for me, all the rest is a bonus.
I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don’t think about it is when I’m playing it.
Many nights I wake up not able to breathe. I think I’m in Guantanamo Bay. I’m crying and shouting and making it very hard for the people that are with me in the room to sleep.
I can’t remember my dreams more than a couple of seconds after I wake up. It’s frustrating because sometimes I dream that I’m watching a really good movie.
When you’re a confused 19-year-old filled with questions you can’t even articulate and a kind of black rage that feeds at your heart from the moment you wake up in the morning, and you discover Marcus Aurelius’ ‘The Meditations,’ that changes your life.
Metaphorically speaking, of course, if I put a problem behind my pillow and fall asleep, very often because my brain went to sleep with that idea or the problem alive, very often in the middle of the night I wake up, and I wake up with a solution or with a direction of solution.
When I lived in Hungerford, it was wake up 5:30 A.M., get to the van at 6 A.M. with eight other blokes, drive to Shinfield, which is in Reading, 45 minutes away. Start at 7:30 A.M. to 4:30 P.M. with two half-hour breaks and then home. Train Tuesday and Thursday and then play on Saturday.
Every morning I wake up and thank God.
I love men in bed when they are sleeping. But then they have to go and wake up.
My fantasy is that I could wake up looking amazing, that I could be strong and stop the bully, but that everybody would love me, too. I think that’s intrinsic to fantasy – fantasy is fantasy.
I really like Tracie Martyn beauty products for skin care. Take off your makeup before you go to sleep. Sometimes I forget, and it is always horrible when you wake up.
When I was a kid, I’d wake up extraordinarily early every morning and turn on the television, scanning for episodes of ‘The Jetsons.’ For some reason, I loved the notion of a future where there would be flying cars, supercomputers, and most of all, robot maids to take care of the chores.
When they told me I had cancer – a very rare form called appendiceal cancer – I was shocked. But I went straight into battle mode. Every morning, I’d wake up and have an internal conversation with cancer. ‘All right, dude,’ I’d tell it, ‘go ahead and hit me. But I’m going to hit you back even harder.’
I always wake up at the crack of ice.
My goal isn’t to wake up in the morning and hurt people’s feelings.
I can’t remember what episode it is but there’s an episode of Prodigal Son’ where I wake up in my underwear and, you can see, I can put the beef on!
It’s one thing to be twenty and touring the world, but doing it in your forties, you wake up with aches and pains.
Every day, I wake up determined to deliver a better life for the people all across this nation that have been neglected, ignored, and abandoned. I have visited the laid-off factory workers and the communities crushed by our horrible and unfair trade deals. These are the forgotten men and women of our country.
I think sometimes I’m more fond of doing the research for the character because you learn so much. Sometimes shooting is really difficult because you wake up early and you’re always hurrying. And sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m here and there.
I wake up with a sense of wonder. I don’t dread the future. I like it.
I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybody’s presents – everybody’s – so by the time the rest of us got up, all the gifts were shredded, ribbons off, torn open and thrown aside.
