Quotes About Awareness

don't smoke.

Always sleep with one eye open. Never take anything for granted. Your best friends might just be your enemies.

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it

Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.

It was knowing someone else thought about me for more than one second, maybe thought about me when I wasn't there.

I hate it when people think they know me when they really don't.

Whether you made your choices with your eyes open or closed, they're made. It's not time to regret them; it's time to live with the consequences.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it -- it wan't Will's. It was mine.

Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

The world is speaking to you every day, you just don't know how to listen.

There's a kind of radar that you get, after years of being talked about and made fun of by other people. You can almost smell it when it's about to happen, can recognize instantly the sound of a hushed voice, lowered just enough to make whatever is said okay. I had only been in Colby for a few weeks. But I had not forgotten.

Like I, of all people, didn't know better than to lead a total stranger to the point where they could hurt me most, knowing how easily they'd be able to find their way back to it.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

There comes a point when things are undeniable and can't be hidden any longer. Even from yourself.

As I shut the door and started to walk away, I heard him say, Hey. Sydney. Yeah? You had on a shirt with mushrooms on it, and your hair was pulled back. Silver earrings. Pepperoni slice. No lollipop. I just looked at him, confused. Layla was walking toward us now. The first time you came into Seaside, he said. You weren't invisible, not to me. Just so you know.

Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't under­stand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

It was a weird kind of loneliness, feeling that some of my closest friends didn't actually know I existed.

Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.