Quotes About Awareness

Men don't know what can happen. They're happy. But women know everything that can happen. They worry all the time.

all you have to lose in death, no matter how long you've lived, is the present moment in which you die.

Old age had taught me to respect danger.

Why hadn't I realized that I was bringing into her presence one of the most alluring beings I've ever know?

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands!

I had seen it with my own eyes, this obsession. I had seen it in a matter of moments in a riverfront tavern, but I had known it for what it was.

We watch And we are always there.

Even if his eyes were dull as though the dazzling colors of my paintings did not matter to him, was he not near at hand?

I could feel the attention as if it were an embrace.

I can supply the thereness. You can't ask what's not there to give.

But there sometimes comes a moment, a small, silent white explosion of awareness.

How could you think I wouldn't know you? he chided softly. I know the way you move, the way you bite your lip when you're nervous, the sound of your laughter, your eyes. I know your hands and your skin, your scent, the way you try to pretend that something doesn't bother you when you're very bothered indeed.

He'd taken unfair advantage—he knew far more about women's bodies than she did, even though she lived in one.

Funny how you have to picture losing a thing before you think you might value it after all.

those who forget the past tend to regret the future

He had begun to have spells lately of worrying that he had died, and that everyone knew it but him.

He'd been meaning to buy a cat anyhow, he said. (But notice how he'd used the word buy, apparently unaware that true animal lovers would not be caught dead in a pet shop.)

I think if you knew them well enough, if you'd listened to them closely enough while they were still alive, you might be able to imagine what they would tell you even now. So the smart thing to do is, pay attention while they're living.

He's fully aware that old age will be coming for him too, in time. Health troubles, insurance issues, all with no hope of a pension. Even now, in his forties, he has started to feel slightly less trustful of his own body. He takes more care about how he lifts things, and he gets winded sooner on his runs. A long-ago basketball injury tends to set up a kind of echo in his left ankle during sudden changes in the weather.

Plenty of other books say how to see as much of the city as possible," his boss had told him. "You should say how to see as little.")

The striking thing about death, she thought, was its eventfulness. It made you see you were leading a real life. Real life at last! you could say. Was that why she read the obituaries each morning, hunting familiar names? Was that why she carried on those hushed, awed conversations with the other workers when one of the nursing home patients was carted away in a hearse?

She felt guilty about Derek's death, too, because she should have known better than to bring up the sensitive subject of Ian while Derek was driving.

I broke my days into separate moments," he said. "See, it's true I didn't have any more to look forward to. But on the other hand, there were these individual moments that I could still appreciate. Like drinking that first cup of coffee in the morning. Working on something fine in my workshop. Watching a baseball game on TV.

Now, when you sit, your blood sort of sits along with you. It don't go rushing around your brain no more. Consequently, it takes that much more time to get rid of some sad idea in your mind. The process is slowed considerable. Whereas if you hurry your blood up some Ã¢â'¬Â¦ There is a sizable amount of people could benefit from what I know.