Quotes About Awareness

When she met my father she was still really good at being quiet. When she met him she realized how she had been collecting silence in a slender, delicate glass jar behind her ribcage. The bottle was not corked and so she always had to be very careful not to spill it.

Something in knowing is not quite as wonderful as not knowing. The

We didn't find him for three days because we didn't realize he was missing. That's the saddest part of this story. He'd hanged himself from a tree, one of several that grew in a small sliver of land between my parents' house and the neighbors', out by a swing set untouched for years. He timbered over like a sapling when my father cut him down, his body gone stiff.

After only a week on the road, I am changed. It's hard for me to stay too long at a diner or coffee shop. I hear so much now. The air conditioners, dishwashers, coffee machines, and restroom hand dryers rage like an angry electric army.

We do not rest because now I know what we are running from, and it looks a lot like death.

The scary part is I knew exactly how bad you were for me and yet that didn't stop me from loving you

My mind boggles at the amount of violence inflicted upon children in today's society.

I have worked very hard on being aware of my childhood but moving forward and not letting it bring me down emotionally. That is a hard thing - especially when you have children of your own and you remember what happened to you at that age.

I will check the internet for at least an hour every morning scanning worldwide news to do with child abuse. So if you're constantly putting yourself in an environment where you're checking up on social economics or homelessness problems, if you keep yourself aware of it, you don't really have a day off.

If I look at the mass, I will never act. If I look at the one, I will."[4]

A cat who sits on a hot stove will never sit on a hot stove again. But he won't sit on a cold stove either.

I have been telling myself that these feelings are new, but they aren't, I just didn't connect them before

It's weird to hear this again - to hear how I was perceived by people before they got to know me. Some of the girls thought I was a bitch - aloof, distant - but now they see the truth.

I am in a house. I am in one room and my anxiety is in another. It's close. I can feel it. I can go to it. But I won't.

Hiç kimse akl?ma filan girmedi. Benim akl?m, fikrim var; anl?yorum; gözüm var, görüyorum.

Cahil olmasayd?n?z, dünyada birçoklar?n?n kendilerine göre bir güzellikleri olduÄŸunu bilirdiniz.

I launched into my speech, it took me a few seconds to realize that the only one listening was max (the dog) but at least he had the good manners to stop chewing the toilet brush and pay attention.

We assume that young women know what to do for their bodies and are just behaving irresponsibly. Unfortunately, I'm too often reminded that, in fact, they don't have the information they need to make responsible choices, and that their sexual decisions are sometimes not just spontaneous but also based on myths and half-truths.

How all becomes clear and simple when one opens an eye on the within, having of course previously exposed it to the without, in order to benefit by the contrast.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

In order to obtain the optimum view of what takes place in front of me, I should have to lower my eyes a little. But I lower my eyes no more. In a word, I only see what appears close beside me, what I best see I see ill.

The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

I get up, go out, and everything is changed. The blood drains from my head, the noise of things bursting, merging, avoiding one another, assails me on all sides, my eyes search in vain for two things alike, each pinpoint of skin screams a different message, I drown in the spray of phenomena.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was, but that I was, forgot to be.