Quotes About Awareness

I was living with this sense that there was something going on, something important, but I didn't know what it was. It was like...I knew the secret was there, and it was a dark one, but I just couldn't reach it. Nearly drove me mad.

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

You didn't need to know the specifics about a male like that to be fully aware he was a Taylor Swift song waiting to happen.

It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.

Maybe he had to stop thinking TVs were sending him messages. Because this was a dumb fucking idea.

The nurse stared at him with such shock, it was clearly the first time anyone had not provided her with a safe, supported, emotionally aware and nurturing, micro-aggression-free educational platform.

Right. Got it. And he was glad it was Z. Undoubtedly the guy was well aware of his fucked-up mood, but unlike some of the others—*cough*Rhage*cough*—he would never pry.

Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.

Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows…whether that was in actuality, or metaphorically

Why did people always learn things about themselves too late, he thought.

she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine.

As V lit up and inhaled, he tried not to look at the cop and failed. Fucking peripheral vision. Always did him in.

He was so hard, like a stone wall, but he was warm, and her body relaxed. Next to him she was able to feel the weight of her own bones, the hard floor underneath her, the currents in the room as the heat came on. Through his presence, she connected to the world around her again.

He was well aware of when she fell asleep—her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams.

With regard to threats against you. I would care to apprise you of a certain individual you would be wise to watch with care." Wrath cocked an eyebrow over the rim of his wraparound. "Do tell.

A very wise person once told me . . . lie to anybody you want, just never yourself.

I tried to tell them. Before I left, I tried to tell them it was all going to come to a bad end. But you cannot feed the truth to people. They have to see it themselves if they're going to.

Cuando uno está inconsciente, o sedado, o a punto de llamar a las puertas del Ocaso, la perspectiva es diferente. Y la noción del tiempo cambia, como cambian las prioridades, la idea de lo que de verdad importa o no importa.

Quit asking questions.

That's the trouble with innocents. They aren't innocent of doing, just of knowing what they're doing.

Data that conflicts with beliefs is often ignored

If instead of saying, "I'm going to do this trade," you say, "I'm going to watch myself do this trade," all of a sudden you find that the process is a lot easier.

traders shouldn't stick their heads in the sand and just hope it gets better.