Waking

Examples

• It left him, however, vaguely uneasy, and Mrs. Straker, waking at one in the morning, found that he was dressing. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• She thought about him the very first moment on waking; and his was the very last name mentioned in her prayers. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Slowly, at last, he moved his eyes from my face, as if he were waking from a vision, and cast them round the room. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Let us then sum up in a word, I said, the character of the worst man: he is the waking reality of what we dreamed. Plato. The Republic.
• Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst? Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
• Reflect: is not the dreamer, sleeping or waking, one who likens dissimilar things, who puts the copy in the place of the real object? Plato. The Republic.
• In this state of abstraction he found himself, the following morning, waking to the reality of a stifling September day in New York. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Can I guess a woman's waking thoughtsmuch less her sleeping fantasies? Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• It's so delicious--waking every morning to smell lilies-of-the-valley in one's room! Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• And questions, now, hinted the demon just waking up in his stomach, somebody may put questions about the schedules. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• It was not so late--Gerty might still be waking. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Then is God perfectly simple and true both in word and deed; he changes not; he deceives not, either by sign or word, by dream or waking vision. Plato. The Republic.
• Of what happened after my waking, I do not feel called upon to render an account in detail. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• So am I,' said the tinker, waking up, as suddenly as he had fallen asleep. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• From this waking dream she was roused. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. George Eliot. Middlemarch.

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