Quotes About Realization

The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality- and in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.

How could he find perfection in such an average day? Then I realized this was the whole point.

For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.

No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realise.

What is the reason?' 'Finish your journey and you will know.

What did you expect the Lord to look like? Don't we always say, 'If only we could see God, we would know he was real'? What if He has finally given us a chance to see Him? Is it still not enough?

The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out.

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do";

I knew he was right. Not that I did anything about it.

we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality—and, in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.

Because it all ties together. When I grew up, I realized how lucky I'd been. I got serious. I studied. I went to college, then medical school. I specialized in replantation.

She held out her arms. And for the first time in heaven, he initiated his contact, he came to her, ignoring the leg, ignoring all the ugly associations he had made about dance and music and weddings, realizing now that they were about loneliness.

Accept what you are to do and what you are not able to do

Finish your journey and you will know.

And even now I wonder if creation is both too beautiful and too horrible for a handful of perceptive souls, and if the realisation of this opposing duality can offer them few options but to take leave of their own accord.

You do not know your own beauty, you struggle in grief, but I, I have seen it all, and I know: You yourself are the secret essence.

When she woke she thought I know what I would wish but by now she knew that where she wanted to go was not a different place but a different time.

He wasn't going to let her in. The realization came like the dawn: gradually then all at once.

I think Linda realized there and then what it took me years to learn, that the behaviour of civilized man really has nothing to do with nature, that all is artificiality and art more or less perfected.

I turned back and tried again, and once more I was sure that I was understanding, and all of it made perfect sense - better than perfect sense, even; it had the feeling of truth, of something that I'd always known and just hadn't ever put into words, or of explaining clearly and plainly something I'd never understood.

I knew myself for the first time in a week, standing on earth instead of polished marble.

Angry, I think. I didn't remember ever being angry before. Anger had always seemed pointless to me, a dog circling after its own tail.

I hated him and his silence ferociously: I knew he was only letting me convince myself there was nothing to be done.