Quotes About Realization

All this time I'd believed the cavorting and drinking and sex had done away with that terrible onslaught of fear. Clearly I was wrong. I'd only pushed it off into another place.

But, oh my god, look what's happened.

When the answers arrive the questions are already lost.

I'm seeing now, not remembering but something else . . .

I should have turned around right then. I should have known something was up, at the very least sensed the consequence lingering in the air, in the hour, in Lude's stare, in all of it, and fuck, I must have been some kind of moron to have been so oblivious to all those signs.

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

He's been to the brink and come back. I guess when you lose your pride, even for just a moment, you realise how much it means to you.

Big things are often just small things that are noticed. - Ed Kennedy

But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question.

I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.

I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.

Nije to neka velika stvar, ali valjda je stvarno istina – velike stvari tek su male stvari koje ljudi zamje?uju.

Perhaps it was her first realization that criminality spoke for itself. Irrefutable.

She was suddenly aware of how empty her feet felt inside her shoes.

Orada duruyor, birinin bir ?eyler yapmas?n? bekliyordum ama sonunda bekledi?im ki?inin kendim oldu?unu anlam??t?m.

The survivors. They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on many occasions, I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colours to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling amongst the jigsaw puzzle of realisation, despair and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.

è impeccabile il modo in cui la verità può essere brutale, a volte. Non si può che ammirarla. Di solito ce ne andiamo in giro tentando di convincere noi stessi: sto bene, diciamo. è tutto ok. Ma a volte la verità ti piomba addosso, e non puoi liberartene. è in quei momenti che ti rendi conto che talvolta non è nemmeno una risposta...ma una domanda.

I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most.

When I was little, Tato told me the story of a frog that was put in a pot of cool water. The pot was put on the stove to simmer, but it heated so gradually that the frog didn't realize it was being cooked until too late. That's how I felt about the Commandant and his plans for Viteretz. Each of his actions was worse than the last, but then we adjusted.

In the solitude of my cell I have come to the bitter realisation that I have sinned gravely against humanity.

One of the greatest problems of history is that the concepts of love and power are usually contrasted as polar opposites. Love is identified with a resignation of power and power with a denial of love. What is needed is a realization that power without love is reckless and abusive and that love without power is sentimental and anemic. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love.

I look forward confidently to the day when all who work for a living will be one with no thought to their separateness as Negroes, Jews, Italians or any other distinctions. This will be the day when we bring into full realization the American dream -- a dream yet unfulfilled.