All my waking hours
, except those with that infernal typewriter, were spent in a creative heaven.
"No, that's for the waking hours
," Dominic drawled, basking sleepily with his head between his hands in her ardent gaze.
As a boy I was very like other boys--in my waking hours
. It was in my sleep that I was different.
I surprised the lawyer (who seemed to be quite ignorant of the extraordinary actions constantly performed by somnambulists), by informing him that my uncle could find his way about the house, lock and unlock doors, and remove objects of all kinds from one place to another, as easily in his sleep as in his waking hours
. And I declared that, while I felt the faintest doubt in my own mind whether he might not have been dreaming of the Trust on the night in question, and putting the dream in action in his sleep, I should not feel satisfied unless the rooms in the east wing were searched again.
in all her waking hours
since she had proposed to pay a visit to Mrs.
I dreamt that I too was twenty-six, which was a long time ago, and that I took train to a place called my home, whose whereabouts I see not in my waking hours
, and when I alighted at the station a dear lost love was waiting for me, and we went away together.
Mr Jones closed not his eyes during all the former part of the night; not owing to any uneasiness which he conceived at being disappointed by Lady Bellaston; nor was Sophia herself, though most of his waking hours
were justly to be charged to her account, the present cause of dispelling his slumbers.
Where, in the sharp lineaments of rigid and unsightly death, is the calm beauty of slumber, telling of rest for the waking hours
that are past, and gentle hopes and loves for those which are to come?
She recalled the absolute freedom of their al-fresco life in the old double cabin, when she spent the greater part of her waking hours
under the mute trees in the encompassing solitude, and, half regretting the more civilized restraints of this newer and more ambitious abode, forgot that she had ever rebelled against it.
The words of endearment, withheld so severely in his waking hours
, were inexpressibly sweet to her forlorn and hungry heart.
During my waking hours
she was constantly the subject of my thoughts, and when I slept her dear face haunted my dreams.
But the waking hours
grew less, becoming semi-waking or half-dreaming hours as the process of hibernation worked their way with him.