Quotes About Realization

Then I came face to face with the realization that disappointing people is the greatest fear of the nice girl.

How did she do it, I'd always wondered. Dancing with Q., I understood. Once in a while the pain falls asleep on the job, and the experienced sufferer knows enough to seize such moments swiftly and without thought - for when we realize we're actually dancing, the jolt of joy wakens the pain. Laura Acosta

Making art provides uncomfortably accurate feedback about the gap that inevitably exists between what you intended to do, and what you did.

No matter how vast our pit, prayer is big enough to fill us with the realization of His presence like nothing else.

We don't think about fixing things until we realize they are broken.

Willpower alone is not enough to bring about this change; start by realizing that you cannot do this alone. If you are a person of faith, use that connection to help you change.

I was terrified as only grown men and women can be when they wake up in the middle of the night and begin to realise, in the absolute silence and solitude all around them, that it is not only their dream that has woken them, that it is their whole way of life.

J'aurais pu lutter contre la cocaïne et lui résister dans un seul cas: celui où la sensation de bonheur aurait été déterminée chez moi moins par la réalisation de l'événement extérieur que par le travail, la peine, les efforts qu'il aurait fallu fournir pour y arriver. Mais je n'avais pas cela dans ma vie.

Stories pass the experienced world back and forth between them as a metaphor, until it is worn out. Only then do we realize that meaning is an act. We must repossess it, instant to instant in our lives.

I had become comfortable with my own numbness; to suddenly remember I was male and not yet dead was a nuisance.

That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.

Forgive me. It was stupid of me to think you might need company, when clearly all you required was that decanter." "It was not stupid. It was very kind. Quite soft, actually. A very warm, womanly gesture. I am touched." He smiled softly. "However, if you truly want to help, if you really want to distract me, there are better ways. When I saw that dress, I dared hope you had realized that.

With every step I felt lighter. An emotion was swelling in my throat. It took me a long time to recognize what it was. I had been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.

It is likely you are not a witch. But you are something else. Something you have not found yet. And that is why you go P.240

That was the moment I lived for, when it all came clear at last and the spell could sing with its pure note, for me and me alone.

But life is wakings-up, all unexpected, all surprising.

Chambers (1986) argues that contemporary metropolitan society produces a culture of the spectacle in which the realization of the self is not achieved in the depth of one's inner being, but on the surface, through style, through image, through a series of theatrical gestures (p.11).

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be. You are too young to know this. You are still becoming. Not being.

It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.

You may wonder how I had not seen it before. I believe I had. But to see something is not the same as to acknowledge it.

There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not any more what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.

One writes things and the implications shriek- it's like suddenly realizing one's deaf.

He had not the benefit of existentialist terminology; but what he felt was a very clear case of the anxiety of freedom - that is, the realization that one is free and the realization that being free is a situation of terror

Yo tomo en mis manos mi Yo de antes y veo claramente que es tonto. Un juguete con el cual me he distraído demasiado tiempo. Esto es un poco triste, o, mejor dicho, muy triste.