Quotes About Realization

In solitude we can come to the realization that we are not driven together but brought together. In solitude we come to know our fellow human beings not as partners who can satisfy our deepest needs, but as brothers and sisters with whom we are called to give visibility to God's all-embracing love. In solitude we discover that community is not a common ideology, but a response to a common call. In solitude we indeed realize that community is not made but given.

While my friend always spoke about the sun, I kept speaking about the clouds, until one day I realized that it was the sun that allowed me to see the clouds.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We

I do not say that John or Jonathan will realize all this; but such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

Per noi spunta solo quel giorno al cui sorgere siamo svegli.

Of course I was under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly knew I was.

It was the truth, vivid and monstrous, that all the while he had waited the wait was itself his portion.

Satisfied to die in the flower of her youth? Well, at peace with you. Oh, 'peace'! he murmured with his eyes on the fire. The peace of having loved. He raised his eyes to her. Is that peace? Of having been loved, she went on. That is. Of having, she wound up, realised her passion. She wanted nothing more. She had had all she wanted.

The flash of this knowledge — for it was knowledge in the midst of dread — produced in me the most extraordinary effect.

The chance had come - it was an extraordinary one - on the day she first met Densher; and it was to the girl's lasting honour that she knew on the spot what she was in the presence of.

These three words from her were in a flash like the glitter of a drawn blade, the jostle of the cup that my hand for weeks and weeks had held high and full to the brim and that now, even before speaking, I felt overflow in a deluge.

Ah yes, there had been intention, there had been intention, Isabel said to herself; and she seemed to wake from a long pernicious dream.

She moved quickly indeed, and with reason, for a strange truth was filtering into her soul.

Men can know the nature of things

I reached out for something to attach myself to—and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for—myself.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen. What stays him, usually, is the fear of the sacrifices involved. (Even to relinquish his chains seems like a sacrifice.) yet everyone knows that nothing is accomplished without sacrifice.

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?

Every day that we fail to live out the maximum of our potentialities we kill the Shakespeare, Dante, Homer, Christ which is in us.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chose. What stays him, usually, is the fear of the sacrifices involved. (Even to relinquish his chains seems like a sacrifice.) Yet everyone knows that nothing is accomplished without sacrifice.

Seeking, knowing, discovering, enjoying- these faculties or powers are pale and lifeless without realization.

There is one other thing to know … when you have expressed yourself to the fullest, then and only then will it dawn upon you that everything has already been expressed, not in words alone but in deed, and that all you need really do is say Amen!

In the ultimate sense, the world itself is pregnant with failure, is the perfect manifestation of imperfection, of the consciousness of failure. In the realization of this, failure is itself eliminated.

I had just made the realization that life is indestructible and that there is no such thing as time, only the present.