Quotes About Realization

I could have done that, Marilyn thought. And the words clicked into place like puzzle pieces, shocking her in their rightness. The hypothetical past-perfect. The tense of missed chances. Tears dripped down her chin. No! She though suddenly. I could do that.

She had felt, finally, as if she could speak without immediately bumping into the hard shell of her sheltered life, as if she suddenly saw that the solid walls penning her in were actually bars, with spaces between them wide enough to slip through.

This is it, Marilyn told herself. Let it go. This is what you have. Accept it.

She had felt, finally, as if she could speak without immediately bumping into the hard shell of her sheltered life, as it she suddenly saw that the solid walls penning her in were actually bars, with spaces between them wide enough to slip through.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it. Anything her mother wanted, she had promised. As long as she would stay. She had been so afraid.

I could have done that, Marilyn thought, and the words clicked into place like puzzle pieces, shocking her with the rightness. The hypothetical past perfect, the tense of miss chances.

Maybe she didn't know what she was giving up until afterward. Maybe once she saw the baby she changed her mind.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter

She knew at last where everything had gone wrong. And she knew where she had to go.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it better.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

However, nobody is going to do it for you. You have to begin by yourself, so maybe you should be startled. You should be shocked when you realize that you have been trapped and imprisoned, because then you might do something about it. You have been too naive. You have enjoyed your samsaric life too much. You should have been shocked a long time ago!

such understanding might be extremely boring. Also, such understanding might include seeing some things you don't want to see.

Enlightenment is ego's ultimate disappointment.

Was sein soll, muß geschehen, und was sein sollte, das geschah.

I was so taken aback by the question that I had to think about my response for a minute. Had I heard what I thought I heard? ... Remembering Zora Neale Hurston's Janie, I felt something inside me fall off the shelf, and I had to go inside and look around to see what it was.

He loved seeing his buildings get built. That was the most wonderful thing about being an architect—to see your drawings become real, three-dimensional objects that you could walk around and touch. All architects were impatient to see their buildings completed.

Think When did it go wrong? The break-in? No, before that. The party? That was part of it, but that wasn't when it started. Zack? Of course, yeah, it would be easy to say it was Zack. But that's not it, is it? Before Zack. Before Ryan. Before Max and Derrick or that whole thing with the wallet. Before Ashley. Before tenth grade even began. And you're thinking, this can't be it.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

There are many wonderful things that will never be done if you do not do them.

We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.

I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything

and it was not until I began to think, that I began fully to know how wrecked I was, and how the ship in which I had sailed was gone to pieces.

We owed so much to Herbert's ever cheerful industry and readiness, that I often wondered how I had conceived that old idea of his inaptitude, until I was one day enlightened by the reflection, that perhaps the inaptitude had never been in him at all, but had been in me.