Quotes About Realization

Isn't it nice," the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear her words, "to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?" And then she walked away, leaving Penelope wondering if maybe she wasn't quite what she'd thought she was. Maybe—just maybe—she was something a little bit more.

It was funny, he reflected later, how one's life could alter in an instant, how one minute everything could be a certain way, and the next it's simply ... not

It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood

Because if he looked like he was unaffected by her smile, then she would not realize that, in actuality, he was in an utter panic because somewhere deep down inside he'd realized that his life had just changed forever.

He was always dependable, she realized. She was usually too busy being irritated by him to notice.

No, Belle needed him. He had to save her from a disastrous marriage. And then, he supposed, he'd simply marry her himself. John wasn't unaware that he was about to pull one of the greatest about-faces in history. He could only hope that Belle would understand that he had realized she'd had been right all along. People made mistakes, didn't they? After all, he wasn't some infallible storybook hero.

Isn't it nice to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?

Isn't it nice," the older lady said, leaning in so that only Penelope could hear her words, "to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?

His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he'd reached this moment, and he suddenly knew. He loved her.

when he called her Anne, it was the first time she felt as if the name was truly hers.

And in that moment, she knew she loved him. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of her being, she loved him.

She looked so unbearably sad, and it wrecked him. "You love someone else," she whispered. Wait.... what? It took him a moment to realize he hasn't said it aloud. Has she gone mad? "What are you talking about?" "Billie Bridgerton. You're supposed to marry her. I don't think you remember, bu--" "I'm not in love with Billie," he interrupted

I would give the world to have one more person for whom I would lay down my life," he said. And then Hyacinth realized that some things did come in a flash. And there were some things one simply knew without possessing the ability to explain them. Because in that moment she knew that she was going to marry this man. No one else would do.

He was discovering that may be there was more him than his name. And may be, when all was said and done, he'd still be whole.

Idiots. The world was populated with idiots. She'd long since learned the truth of that, along with the depressing fact that there was very little she could do about it.

Y él, que se había acostado con incontables mujeres, de repente comprendió que hasta ese momento sólo había sido un niño. Porque jamás había sido así. Todo lo anterior había sido su cuerpo. Esto era su alma.

Isn't it nice to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?

In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.

It was ironic, Amelia had thought more than once during the journey to Cloverhill that she had recently become so enamored of cartography. Because she was only just now coming to realize how thoroughly her own life had been mapped out by others. Even with all her plans torn asunder, her new map, with whatever routes her life was meant to take, was being drawn by others.

And then one day, everything changed. It was funny, he reflected later, how one's life could alter in an instant, how one minute everything could be a certain way, and the next it's simply…not.

And then she walked away, leaving Penelope wondering if maybe she wasn't quite what she'd thought she was. Maybe—just maybe—she was something a little bit more.

And then Andrew saw his downfall unfold on her face.

This…this love…it had crept up on her, rolling along, gaining in momentum until one day it was there. It was there, and it was true, and she knew it would be with her always.

No es fantástico descubrir que no somos exactamente lo que creíamos ser?