Quotes About Awareness

The cosmic irony of the moment didn't elude him.

Sebastien lay with closed eyes and listened to the silent, cool pressure of the couch, more an absence than a presence. It was as if a ghost lay down beside him. He knew without looking that David would be leaned on one elbow, studying Sebastien over the narrow bridge of his nose.

Muire thought he might be a little too aware of his own quirky androgynous beauty. But he was nevertheless polite, and at last his teeth were cooked.

I should have known she'd read through the riddle of thy presence.

Funny how he could always tell exactly where Michelangelo's attention was, even when Angelo was pretending it was somewhere else.

She never called, but she was there always, just at the edge of his awareness. He knew her despair and her grief. She punished herself. He thought she must not understand how she punished him, as well.

glanced ostentatiously at my bangle. Blood alcohol content .01%, heart rate leveling off at 72 beats per minute, time 11:42 p.m.

He did not need the watch, the glance, or the gesture. He knew the time, it ticked out within him with atomic regularity. But the ceremony pleased him nonetheless.

Your brain is optimized for pattern-sensing," Gavin commented. "And chatter.

If I could see her, she could probably see me. If she was looking, and maybe even if she wasn't. And I expected her to be looking.

Don't let your habits become handcuffs

Sometimes you know before you know.

Well, anyway, her death changed our lives for the better, because it brought a kind of awareness, a specific sense of purpose and appreciation we hadn't had before. Would I trade that in order to have her back? In a fraction of a millisecond. But I won't ever have her back. So I have taken this, as her great gift to us. But. Do I block her out? Never. Do I think of her? Always. In some part of my brain, I think of her every single moment of every single day.

How had I come to be herelike them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?

Since we do float on an unknown sea, I think we should examine the other floating things that come our way carefully; who knows what may depend on it?

How—I didn't know any word for it—how "unlikely". . . How had I come to be here, like them, and overhear a cry of pain that could have got loud and worse but hadn't?

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

Fyodor Dostoevsky: "Try to pose for yourself this task: not to think of a polar bear, and you will see that the cursed thing will come to mind every minute.

The iPhone mind-wandering study showed that when people are not thinking about what they're doing, they're just not as happy as when they're engaged. As

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out.

The furniture would have missed you? Furniture's knowing all right. Not much gets past the things in a room, I daresay, and chairs and tables don't go to the grave so soon. Every time I take the soft cloth to that stuff in the drawingroom, I could say, 'Well, you know a bit more'.

It is a wary business, walking about a strange house you know you are to know well. Only cats and dogs with their more expressive bodies enact the tension we share with them at such times. The you inside gathers up defensively; something is stealing upon you every moment; you will never be the same again.

What do you want me to say?" "I wish you would say something. Our life goes by without any comment.

At Spezia when I am angry I go full of smoke inside, but when you make me angry I see everything.