Quotes About Awareness

I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.

But I know a lie when I hear one.

Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.

How can I remember a world that isn't mine? One that isn't the one I wake up in every day now?

I have to wear jeans, dark and stiff and too small, cutting into my waist and leaving my ankles bare. My shirt is pink, pale like the first blush of hurt skin, just a little blow to let you know you are here, that you are not leaving. That you must open your eyes and see.

Thus every quarter-hour it puts the taste of death in my mouth, and shows me, but not gently, how I go whoring after oblivion.

This is the way of life: the many things we do not know until it is too late.

I am not invisible no matter how deeply I feel that I am.

I thought how when I got out of the hospital I would never again walk down the sidewalk without giving thanks for being one of those people

What I mean is, this is not just a woman's story. It's what happens to a lot of us, if we are lucky enough to hear that detail and pay attention

But when I think Oh William!, don't I mean Oh Lucy! too? Don't I mean Oh Everyone, Oh dear Everybody in this whole wide world, we do not know anybody, not even ourselves! — Except a little tiny, tiny bit we do. — But we are all mythologies, mysterious. We are all mysteries, is what I mean. — This may be the only thing in the world I know to be true.

I do not have a clue who I have been. Truthfully, I do not understand a thing.

society's been drugging its women for years

How did you ever know? You never knew anything, and anyone who thought they knew anything - well, they were in for a great big surprise.

Whenever I don't know what to do, I watch what I am doing.

I see." I didn't see, though. How do we ever see something about our own self?

To listen to a person is not passive. To really listen is active, and Dottie had really listened.

People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it.

The next morning he and Denise worked in an intimate silence. If she was up at the cash register and he was behind his counter, he could still feel the invisible presence of her against him, as though she had become Slippers, or he had—their inner selves brushing up against the other.

A little bit she was aware of the beauty she walked by, the sunlight sparkling off the quiet lake, the bare trees - it was beautiful, she was not unaware of this, but it was futile, and far away. Mostly she looked down at the muddy roots in front of her; the path, uneven with its little use, required concentration to maneuver. Perhaps it was the concentration that allowed her into the day.

It was Henry's nature to listen, and many times during the week he would say, 'Gosh, I'm awful sorry to hear that, ' or 'Say, isn't that something?

a vida acelerava e, de repente, a maior parte já tinha passado;

it was an unspeakably awful thing. And I had not known. This is the way of life: the many things we do not know until it is too late.

It's odd how the mind does not take in anything until it can.