What is another word for awaked?

Pronunciation: [ɐwˈe͡ɪkt] (IPA)

The word "awaked" is a past tense verb that means to become conscious or aware after sleep or rest. Some synonyms for "awaked" are "woke up," "arose," "stirred," "came to," "opened one's eyes," "became alert," and "came around." These synonyms are often used interchangeably, but they each have slightly different connotations. For instance, "woke up" implies a sudden, decisive shift from sleep to wakefulness, while "arose" suggests a more gradual, deliberate awakening. "Came around" implies a longer period of unconsciousness or a deeper sleep, while "stirred" suggests a less profound rest. Ultimately, the choice of synonym depends on the context and the desired tone of the sentence.

What are the hypernyms for Awaked?

A hypernym is a word with a broad meaning that encompasses more specific words called hyponyms.

Usage examples for Awaked

She had awaked with the conviction strong upon her that the man was not far away, that she had seen him recently, and that Everard Monck had seen him also.
"The Lamp in the Desert"
Ethel M. Dell
Sundry of them lodged in my kitchen all night, and sometimes when I have awaked about two or three o'clock in the morning, a torrent of sacred harmony poured into my chamber, and carried my mind away to heaven.
"Thoughts on the Religious Instruction of the Negroes of this Country"
William Swan Plumer
His kind nurse has just informed me that during her watch all night beside him he has never awaked to consciousness, although his breathing has been quite regular.
"Quicksands"
Adolph Streckfuss

Famous quotes with Awaked

  • The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
    H. P. Lovecraft
  • In infancy I was afraid of the dark, which I peopled with all sorts of things; but my grandfather cured me of that by daring me to walk through certain dark parts of the house when I was 3 or 4 years old. After that, dark places held a certain fascination for me. But it is in that I have known the real clutch of stark, hideous, maddening, paralysing . My infant nightmares were classics, & in them there is not an abyss of agonising cosmic horror that I have not explored. I don't have such dreams now—but the memory of them will never leave me. It is undoubtedly from them that the darkest & most gruesome side of my fictional imagination is derived. At the ages of 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, & 8 I have been whirled through formless abysses of infinite night and adumbrated horrors as black & as seethingly sinister as any of our friend Fafhrd's [a nickname Lovecraft used for Fritz Leiber] "splatter-stencil" triumphs. That's why I appreciate such triumphs so keenly, Many a time I have awaked in shrieks of panic, & have fought desperately to keep from sinking back into sleep & its unutterable horrors. At the age of six my dreams became peopled with a race of lean, faceless, rubbery, winged things to which I applied the home-made name of . Night after night they would appear in exactly the same form—& the terror they brought was beyond any verbal description. Long decades later I embodied them in one of my pseudo-sonnets, which you may have read. Well—after I was 8 all these things abated, perhaps because of the scientific habit of mind which I was acquiring (or trying to acquire). I ceased to believe in religion or any other form of the supernatural, & the new logic gradually reached my subconscious imagination. Still, occasional nightmares brought recurrent touches of the ancient fear—& as late as 1919 I had some that I could use in fiction without much change. is a literal dream transcript. Now, in the sere & yellow leaf (I shall be 47 in August), I seem to be rather deserted by stark horror. I have nightmares only 2 or 3 times a year, & of these none even approaches those of my youth in soul-shattering, phobic monstrousness. It is fully a decade & more since I have known in its most stupefying & hideous form. And yet, so strong is the impress of the past, I shall never cease to be fascinated by as a subject for aesthetic treatment. Along with the element of cosmic mystery & outsideness, it will always interest me more than anything else. It is, in a way, amusing that one of my chief interests should be an emotion whose poignant extremes I have never known in waking life!
    H. P. Lovecraft

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