Animals awaken, first facially, then bodily. Men's bodies wake before their faces do. The animal sleeps within its body, man sleeps with his body in his mind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
Some statements concern the conscious states of the animal, what he is to himself as an inner life; others concern his original and acquired ways of response, his behavior, what he is an outside observer.
If man was the relative of animals, then animals were the relatives of man, and in degrees bearers of that inwardness of which man, the most advanced of their kin, is conscious in himself.
I love men in bed when they are sleeping. But then they have to go and wake up.
When a man tries to communicate with an animal, there's a relationship between them, and you generally find this between the dog and his master.
Nobody knows what either sleep or waking consciousness is, even though these two have long been seen as the two sides of being: part of life's unvarying diurnal rhythm.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
Our unconscious is not more animal than our conscious, it is often even more human.
We're animals. A body is a body.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.