Quotes About Realization

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it -- it wan't Will's. It was mine.

And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

Don't I know it.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware, almost taking my breath away. That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of something being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

I wasn't ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn't that I wasn't right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn't right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn't come easy for, someone like me.

It felt like I'd taken everything for granted up until right now, when suddenly my entire world and all in it became precious and fleeting. I should have paid more attention, soaked it in more. Which you always realize once it's getting too late to do just that.

There are just moments when you look up from any one place and realize, suddenly, you have no idea how you got there.

Timing clicking together, finally, pieces falling into place.

I was such a smart kid, I should have figured out that the only way to really get my parents' attention was to disappoint them or fail. But by the time I finally realized that, succeeding was already a habit too ingrained to break.

You first learn truth, once it's with you, it never really goes away.

If I'd ever seen what love really could do, or was, maybe I'd have believed in it from the start. But too much of my life had been spent watching marriages come together and then fall apart. So I understood, yes. But sometimes, like lately, I wished that I didn't, not at all.    

Again, I was speechless. What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

Suddenly, I had a flash of him in the car that day, drawing in his breath. Plus the staring at lunch in the green, and the weird way he'd acted at the Vista 10. Oh, God, I thought, finally getting it. Nate was right. He liked me. This was just what I needed.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

Quisiera ver claro en mí antes de que sea demasiado tarde.