Quotes About Realization

My mother imbued me with a love of libraries. The reason why I finally embraced this book project—wanted, and then needed, to write it—was my realization that I was losing her. I found myself wondering whether a shared memory can exist if one of the people sharing it no longer remembers it. Is the circuit

It was like everyone shared the same great realization: the libraries have persisted, and they have grown, and they will certainly endure.

Sometimes we get this great gift, man, and we just take it for granted. We only figure it out, how much we lost, when it's gone. —Short Sammy

Sometimes we get this great gift, man, and we just take it for granted. We only figure it out, how much we lost, when it's gone.

I suddenly wondered if he thought that I was powerless, and then I realized that I was powerless.

I realized that he'd been trying to work up the interest to flirt with me.

I was thinking that everything had changed in an instant, changed in a way that neither he nor I might mind.

Most new discoveries are suddenly seen things that were always there.

That's the way it is--you have a thought, a dream, an idea in your head . . . and you do nothing to make it happen. Then one day, boom, just like that, you get up and go.

I'm in love with your sister." "Ah, jeez, perfect timing," Wes muttered. "I think she loves me, too." "No kidding, genius. You're just figuring that out now?

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.

All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.

Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?

The realization that I'd have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.

I get to the bottom of why I'm so upset. When I do, it's almost too Mortifying to admit. All this months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.

Por qué hizo falta que fuera lastimado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta? Porque soy egoísta. Soy una cobarde. Soy el tipo de chica que, cuando podría ser útil de verdad, huiría para seguir con vida y abandonaría a los que no la pudieran seguir para que sufrieran y murieran..

Then I realize . . . he was my first kill.

El odio que siento hacia él, hacia la chica fantasma, hacia todo, es tan real e inmediato que me ahoga. Gale es mío. Yo soy suya. Cualquier otra cosa es inconcebible. ¿Por qué hizo falta que fuera azotado hasta el límite de su vida para que me diera cuenta?

De repente, lo reconozco: es un sinsajo.