Quotes About Awareness

She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair, aware of how defensive her body language was and not caring at all.

Patty watches silently, pale eyes alert as they shift form Elspeth's face to mine and back again.

I felt as if I had been navigating a vast space by touch alone, groping in the darkness, and suddenly I could see.

The mantid was one of those creatures you could just hand around with, not saying anything and not notice the quiet because it felt natural.

Fortunately for terrible spies, most people are terrible observers.

He remembered more of being human than the humans did.

Maybe that was the trade: Stay erased and still and quiet and be invisible and safe. Take an action, claim space, be noticed-and open yourself up to attack by everyone and everything.

Even now, Will realized he could sense Kit's movements with a lover's awareness. He wasn't sure if that comforted or troubled him, but he stepped closer because he could, and raised one hand to touch the hackled raven on his shoulder.

Strifbjorn did understand, when he could sense the past uncomfortable tightness of jealousy in his throat.

Oh, human memory is shorter than I thought.

He knew Michelangelo wanted him, as he had always known. As Michelangelo had always permitted him to know.

Can you run down whatever's blocked Sally's awareness of the event? I… what are the odds that that's evidence of… that worm, or something that's still messing with her functionality?" "Working on it." Loese waved me out of the cubby and sealed the hatch. "Really, really working on it. Now go do your job.

Whiskey pricked up his ears, arching his neck, knowing himself displayed.

It was as if two different versions of reality coexisted in my head at the same time.

Be careful what you name a thing.

I realized I was mirroring her, and intentionally broke the pattern by setting the mug down.

You've got a key inside you, and you don't even know it.

I strained against the fuzziness and fog that still infected me.

I clamped and stitched and cauterized, somehow finding myself in a zone of total focus where the noises of half a hundred different species trying to make themselves urgently understood seemed distant, unreal.

Consciences are the sort of thing that don't seem really desirable to have, unless you're currently using yours.

Oh, little boy, when did you get so wise?

Your thoughts are as squishy as the rest of you.

One of the things I'd noticed was that, in addition to all my weird new secondary senses relating to gravity and mass and so forth, my eyes were becoming better adopted to seeing under a variety of light conditions.

I didn't reach out. I just…sat still. Held to myself. And let the universe come to me.