half-consciousness love



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  • It was too disagreeable a reminder of those long nights in hospital when he had struggled in restless half-consciousness against irrational terrors and half-understood fears.

    She Closed Her Eyes

  • I must have fainted, for that's all I remember until a strange period of half-consciousness in which I was aware of women's voices muttering, and hands working on my body with what I suppose was grease or ointment, and being given a drink, and the pain ebbing from my head.


  • After a long day of schvitzing in the humid Illinois air, the endless quiet arpeggios of their Kid A/Amnesiac/Hail to the Thief/In Rainbows period lulled me into a state of half-consciousness, interrupted only by the yakking of drunks wearing free MySpace bandanas.

    Lollapalooza 08 Friday: Humidity + Radiohead = sleeeeepy | EW.com

  • Runt all the while lay tipsy in the carriage, having only a dreamy half-consciousness of all that was going on.

    The Memoires of Barry Lyndon

  • Whereupon he breathed, "Thank you, " in her ear and lapsed into warm half-consciousness on top of her, breathing heavily.

    A Breath of Snow and Ashes

  • But there was between the cousins another far less obvious antipathy — coming from the unseizable family resemblance, which each perhaps resented; or from some half-consciousness of that old feud persisting still between their branches of the clan, formed within them by odd words or half-hints dropped by their elders.

    In Chancery

  • He had lived hitherto in unruffled calm, as though in drunken half-consciousness, knowing neither grief nor joy, and now he was suddenly aware of a dreadful pain in his heart.

    The Schoolmistress and other stories

  • It seemed to him that the greatest happiness attainable would be to creep into some dark, warm corner, out of the sight and memory of men, and lie there torpid, with a blessed half-consciousness that death was slowly overcoming him.

    New Grub Street

  • After a few more miles—head pounding, ribs that seemed to puncture his lungs, vomit-stench thick in his nostrils, he willingly let himself drift into half-consciousness.


  • Only when it had fully penetrated his half-consciousness did he realize that the lovely voice had been preceded by the clatter of the great spiders.

    Bottled Spider


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