Quotes About Realization

So that's what it is!" he suddenly exclaimed aloud. "What joy!

It showed him the mistake men make in picturing to themselves happiness as the realization of their desires.

Vronsky meanwhile, despite the full realization of what he had desired for so long, was not fully happy. He soon felt that the realization of his desire had given him only a grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. It showed him the eternal error people make in imagining that happiness is in the realization of desires.

Now he experienced a feeling akin to that of a man whom while calmly crossing a bridge over a precipice, should suddenly discover that the bridge is broken, and that there is a chasm below. That chasm was life itself, the bridge that artificial life in which Aleksey Aleksandrovich had lived.

Every man who knows to the minutest details all the complexity of the conditions surrounding him, cannot help imagining that the complexity of these conditions, and the difficulty of making them clear, is something exceptional and personal, peculiar to himself, and never supposes that others are surrounded by just as complicated an array of personal affairs as he is.

A moment ago, and how close she had been to him, of what importance in his life! And how aloof and remote from him she had become now! "It was bound to be so," he said, not looking at her.

insan sanki inad?na yapar gibi gider, hep yaral? yerini çarpar, bunun tek nedeni ise çarpt???n? ancak yaral? yerini vurunca fark etmesidir.

Levin felt more and more that all his thoughts about marriage, all his dreams of how he would arrange his life, were mere childishness, and that it was something he had not understood before, and now understood still less, though it was being accomplished over him; spasms were rising higher and higher in his breast, and disobedient tears were coming to his eyes.

To settle the matter in his own mind was one thing but to carry it out was another.

In the depths of his heart he knew that he was dying but, so far from growing used to the idea, he simply did not and could not grasp it.

When in the morning he saw the footman, and later his wife, and later his daughter, and later the doctor, every step they took, every word they spoke confirmed the horrible revelation that had been laid bare to him the night before. In them he saw himself and everything he had lived by, and saw clearly that it was all false, all of it a monstrous and immense deceit foreclosing both life and death. The realization amplified his sufferings tenfold.

Ferreting in one's soul, one often ferrets out something that might have lain there unnoticed.

I lost my life over that curtain as I might have done when storming a fort. Is that possible? How terrible and how stupid. It can't be true! It can't, but it is.

At the bottom of his heart Ivan Ilych knew that he was dying; but so far from growing used to this idea, he simply did not grasp it - he was utterly unable to grasp it.

All that world, that sky, that garden, that air, were not the same as I had known.

But the more he strained to think, the clearer it became to him that it was undoubtedly so, that he had actually forgotten, overlooked in his life one small circumstance - that death would come and everything would end, that it was not worth starting anything and that nothing could possibly be done about it. Yes, it was terrible, but it was so.

And from the height of this perception all that had previously tormented and preoccupied him suddenly became illumined by a cold white light without shadows, without perspective, without distinction of outline. All life appeared to him like magic-lantern pictures at which he had long been gazing by artificial light through a glass. Now he suddenly saw those badly daubed pictures in clear daylight and without a glass.

As always happens when women lead lonely lives for any length of time without male society, on Anatole's appearance all the three women of Prince Bolkonski's household felt that their life had not been real till then. Their powers of reasoning, feeling, and observing immediately increased tenfold, and their life, which seemed to have been passed in darkness, was suddenly lit up by a new brightness, full of significance.

I could not even wish to know the truth, for I guessed of what it consisted. The truth was that life is meaningless. I

Urzeczywistnienie to przekona?o go o wiecznej omy?ce, jakiej ulegaj? ludzie, uto?samiaj?c szcz??cie ze spe?nieniem pragnie?.

I'd always thought about this, and wanted this day to come, and prayed for it and knew God meant it should be here sometime," a Savannah slave declared as she shook her head in disbelief, "but I didn't believe I should ever see it, and it is so great and good a thing, I cannot believe it has come now; and I don't believe I ever shall realize it, but I know it has though, and I bless the Lord for it."37

I am not the one you are looking for. You are not the one I've stopped looking for.

I have found my way, step by step, proceeding from touch points that have emerged, some through conscious choice and some through dream state discovery.

To come to the table is to learn to be our real selves—not some construct conceived by someone else, but who God made us to be.