Quotes About Realization

Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.

One of the first businesses of a sensible man is to know when he is beaten, and to leave off fighting at once.

As incredible as it sounds, an unhappy man does not realize that happiness is better than unhappiness. Knowing only his own concealed anguish, he worships it, which is the same as self-worship.

The finest fruit earth holds up to its Maker is a finished man.

Whatever one man is capable of imagining, other men will prove themselves capable of realizing.

I thought I had fallen in love with a woman a couple of times. Then I fell in love with a man, and realised that none of those things had been love.

That man is wisest who, like Socrates, realizes that his wisdom is worthless

No man can discover his own talents.

It has taken us that long to get the deaf, dumb, and blind black men in the wilderness of North America to wake up and understand who they are.

The ultimate function of art is to make men do what they want to do, as it is to make them recognize what they know.

By the time a man is 35 he knows that the images of the right man, the tough man, the true man which he received in high school do not work in life.

A man's got to know his limitations.

A cynic is just a man who found out when he was ten that there wasn't any Santa Claus, and he's still upset.

We must proceed with a full realization that no statute enacted by man can repeal the inexorable laws of nature.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

A man was the sum of his limits; freedom only made him see how much so.

I wanted to play professional hockey, man. But when I acted, I thought, 'Well, okay, maybe I do have something here.'

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.

When every man has realized that his birth is a defeat, existence, endurable at last, will seem like the day after a surrender, like the relief and the repose of the conquered.

A man never knows what a fool he is until he hears himself imitated by one.

He held his hand out to me without speaking; and it was then, as I went to him like a falcon flying to his fist, that I realized I loved him.

I knew then, looking up at him, that I had been deceiving myself, calling this feeling by any name but love. Lust for the beautiful animal who had seduced me, fear of the vicious tyrant, compassion for the haunted man who cried like a lost child in my arms—they were only part of what I felt for him.

Believe me, friends, it is a great thing to realize the truth of this so that we may see how deceptive are earthly things and favours when they deflect the soul in any way from its course and hinder it from entering within itself.

Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.