Quotes About Realization

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, you're disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem." Excerpt From: David Levithan. "The Lover's Dictionary." iBooks.

But I reckon to tell you there are soft truths, too. It doesn't always have to be like running into a wall. Sometimes it's just like waking up.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. -The Escalator, A Love Story

Quando te vi hoje, não sabia que estava te esperando até você aparecer. E então toda aquela espera tomou conta de mim em um segundo.

You say that someday your prince will come. More than anything, you want him to reply, But what if your prince is right under your nose? Instead he says, Well, as long as he's mot one of those deposed princes... You wish he weren't such a prince. You wish he were a frog.

That state of simplest form of awareness alone, is worthy of seeing, hearing, contemplating and realizing.

Finally on Tuesday I understood why I was feeling depressed.

I'd always thought that I understood this, but lately I realize that what I call understanding is basically just fantasizing.

It's always so satisfying when you can twist someone's hatred into guilt--make her realize that she was wrong, too quick to judge, too unwilling to look beyond her own petty concerns.

We were standing near the Lollipop Forest when we realized that Santa is an anagram of Satan... Overhearing the customers we would substitute the Satan for the world Santa.

Look at yourself on the day that you graduated from college, then look at yourself today. I did that recently and it was like, 'Yikes! What the hell happened?

Something has changed, and now, when I look at my students, I see only people who are going to eat up my time.

Here I am, just turned fifty, and I forgot that my father isn't dead yet!

Dev realized he'd been wrong about them all along. Cats weren't dogs with Asperger's; they were neurotypical women.

Tardé tiempo en comprender que la libertad nunca está donde uno cree, que los barrotes de mi cárcel podían ser los muslos adorados, pero qué dulce cárcel.

This was shortly after waking up one morning and realizing that government and god were interchangeable and that most of the people in the landscape of my birth insisted on having one or both determine the form of their lives.

I realized I knew nothing. And what I did know, I had cloaked in my own selfish interpretations. In so doing, I had turned the truth into lies.

Midlife is when you have to accept what you've created, knowing that the life you have is is the only one you'll live. And that can be terrifying, until you accept it, and then you are free of terror.

In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.

In our lives, we come to moments of great significance that we fail to recognize, the meaning of which sometimes does not occur to us for many years. Each of us has his agenda and focuses on it, and therefore we are often blind to what is before our eyes.

But of course we don't notice the descent until we're rocketing along at high velocity.

You don't know you're born. You don't. You don't know you're born