Quotes About Realization

Most of all, though, he asked his students to be brave. Without bravery, he instructed, they would never be able to realize the vaulting scope of their own capacities. Without bravery, they would never know the world as richly as it longs to be known.

Cuando te pierdes en un bosque, a veces tardas un rato en darte cuenta de que te has perdido. Te puedes tirar un buen tiempo intentando convencerte de que te has alejado un poco del camino, pero que lo vas a encontrar de aquí a nada. Entonces cae la noche sin parar, y sigues sin tener ni idea de dónde estás, y ha llegado el momento de admitir que te has apartado atolondradamente del camino, tanto que ya no sabes ni siquiera por dónde sale el sol.

Oh, dear. Sometimes it takes a very long while to figure things out.

Without bravery' he instructed' they would never be able to realize the vautling scopes of their own capacities. Without bravery they would never know the world as richly as it longs to be known. Without bravery their lives would remain small far smaller than they probably wanted their lives to be.

La experiencia me ha enseñado a ser cauta a la hora de conocer a mis héroes en persona; puede ser muy decepcionante

finally realized that my fear was boring. Mind you, my fear had always been boring to everybody else, but it wasn't until mid-adolescence that it became, at last, boring even to me. My fear became boring to me, I believe, for the same reason that fame became boring to Jack Gilbert: because it was the same thing every day.

Ideas have no material body, but they do have consciousness, and they most certainly have will. Ideas are driven by a single impulse: to be made manifest. And the only way an idea can be made manifest in our world is through collaboration with a human partner.

I don't want to be married anymore. I was trying so hard not to know this, but the truth kept insisting itself to me.

But through watching his children create so freely, Waits had an epiphany: It wasn't actually that big a deal. He told me, "I realized that, as a songwriter, the only thing I really do is make jewelry for the inside of other people's minds." Music is nothing more than decoration for the imagination. That's all it is. That realization, Waits said, seemed to open things up for him. Songwriting became less painful after that.

Sometimes it takes a very long while to figure things out.

You've used me to punish yourself, haven't you? He watched dawning realization spread over her face, a confirmation more positive than anything she could ever say, and that arrow twisted deep in his chest. Yet still he had to ask the last question. Am I anything to you but a punishment?

One's own family and situation are all one knows as a child. Therefore they are, by default, normal. I thought everyone had a papa who sometimes stayed awake all night writing philosophical papers, only to burn them all in a rage in the morning. It was only when I was old enough to notice that other fathers didn't act like my own that I realized the truth.

He burst from the water. He was facing her now. The muscles bunched on his arms as he slicked his wet, shoulder-length hair back from his face. The mist swirled amber over the surface of the water, adorning his gleaming skin as if he were the tributary god of this ruined garden. Her pity evaporated, burned away by the sudden realization that she had it all wrong. He was… She swallowed. Good Lord. He was magnificent.

As if she'd merely sleepwalked through everything else in her life prior to his arrival.

Looking down on their glossy heads, I realized that they were indeed threatened; they were simply unaware of it. We are all vulnerable.

He kissed her palm and said simply, "They're brilliant." Cat drew a ragged breath, realizing that it was the first one she had allowed herself for a long time. "Ashcroft didn't think so," she said. "He told me they were cold and empty. Like me." "Ashcroft has the aesthetics of diarrhea.

I didn't know what it was I was feeling. Then I realized it was seeing someone and knowing immediately that you love him.

Yes, she had needed that. She had needed it all her life, without knowing that was what she needed. The joy of creation, of play, had been the empty place unfilled by family and social duties. She would have loved her children better, she thought now, if she had realized how much she herself needed to play, to follow her own childish desire to handle beautiful things and make more beauty.

Since I am not as stupid as my children believe I am, I had immediately realized this might be a ruse, but I was not at all averse to a confrontation. In fact, I had been hoping for some such thing.

And it was too late. No one wants to believe something is too late, but it is always becoming too late, and then it is.

One went on and on, never dreaming of the sudden dreadful day when the coverings were going to be dropped and one would see it was death after all, that it had been death all the time, death pretending, death waiting

Once more she had that really rather disgusting suspicion that her life till now had not only been loud but empty.

Very early in my life it was already too late.

As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.