Quotes About Realization

Bigger, however, was not an exclusively black phenomenon. Wright himself declared that the turning point for him in his understanding of social reality—"the pivot of my life"—was his discovery of the ubiquitousness of Bigger: "there were literally millions of him everywhere.

I imagined they had been listening for me, but still had not heard me drive up, which made me realize how old they really were: Grandfather, old beyond his time, and Father, old before his time.

Insight is the understanding that comes from self-awareness.

In my experience a boy will change his goal from unobtainable to obtainable once he realizes which is which. By that logic you should settle for me. Doesn't work for girls. We want what we can't have.

I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

Stop! Narcissus got to his feet. This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be... He struggled for the right words. It had probably been a long time since he'd talked about anything other than himself. He must be tricking us. Apparently Narcissus wasn't completely stupid.

He turned, registering a face with blond hair, and for a split second he thought it was Will Solace. When Nico realized it was Jason, he was disappointed. Then he felt angry with himself for feeling that way.

I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, You drool when you sleep.

Doughboy, we need to talk." Doughboy opened his wax eyes. "Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you've remembered that you need my brilliant guidance." "Actually we need to become a coat.

When he pulled away, he smiled kindly at me. I felt so good, I'll admit I teared up a little. I guess until that moment I hadn't allowed myself to realize just how terrified I had been the last few days. Dad- Shhh, he said. No hero is above fear, Percy. And you have risen above every hero. Not even Hercules-

Otis barreled towards them empty-handed, before apparently realizing that a) he was empty-handed and b) charging towards a large body of water to fight a son of Poseidon was maybe not a good idea.

What's the best part about writing a book? Finishing it.

Jason wondered why his expression seemed farmiliar. The he realised. Nico Di Angelo had looked the same way after facing cupid. Leo was heartsick.

I felt her story in every line: her struggle as the neglected child of a famous movie star; her mixed feelings about discovering she was a daughter of Aphrodite; most hurtful of all, her realization that the supposed love of her life, Jason Grace, was not someone she wanted to be with romantically.

The next microsecond, as the water erupted around me, I realized too late that I should've brought the entire Twenty-first Nome to help me.

I remember when I realized … when I knew that this was more than a friendship.' That made Nico smile despite himself. 'I remember my moment, too.' Will's eyes filled with tears. 'I think mine is different than yours.' 'But I know mine happened first,' Nico said. 'Tell me,' Gorgyra said, moving closer to Nico and Will. 'Tell me one more story.' And Nico felt another string start to unravel.

In our final moments we all realize that relationships are what life is all about. Wisdom is learning that truth sooner rather than later. Don't wait until you're on your deathbed to figure out that nothing matters more.

Frobisher should perhaps have realized that Lottie was a woman who was resistant to salvage. She had risen and fallen like the tide, but she seemed to favour the ebb rather than the flow.

she had never been pregnant, never been a mother or a wife, and it was only when she realized that it was too late, that it could never be, that she understood what it was that she had lost.

That was the moment at which he realized that he had possibly become unhinged. What did it matter? The whole world was unhinged.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself [...].

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside the fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

He must, he realized, know somewhere, deep inside him, more things than he had ever dreamed of.

He had done it. He had taken hold