Quotes About Awareness

No one has schizophrenia, like having a cold. The patient has not "got" schizophrenia. He is schizophrenic.

In a world full of danger, to be a potentially seeable object is to be constantly exposed to danger. Self-consciousness, then, may be the apprehensive awareness of oneself as potentially exposed to danger by the simple fact of being visible to others. The obvious defence against such a danger is to make oneself invisible in one way or another.

On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

I don't know your customs, but here, if you don't want to frighten someone, you don't go looming over their sleeping body with knives .

There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It's possible that he is already aware, if only in a 'don't step on the small girl' kind of way.

It was no small thing to shed a lifetime of nonbeing and suddenly be seen .

It had worked. She understood. Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers. And as she'd grown up, that list had just gotten longer and longer.

She hadn't known she was crushed until she wasn't, and she didn't know she was fragmented until she became whole

Never before had time seemed so like currency, each moment a coin that could be well- or ill-spent, or even, if one wasn't careful, wasted and lost.

The senses have their limits, and we can never know how short they fall in revealing to us the truth of a vision, a scent, a sound.

The mind is good at hiding things, but it can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone.

When an essential one comes along, you'll know,

Once you know magic is real, it's really hard to remember what it was like not to know.

The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

Push the chair in too quickly or too slowly, or else sit too soon or too heavily, and misadventure ensues, perhaps even an unintended baptism of the hindquarters.

He understood in that moment that he was smaller than he had ever known, and the realm of the unknowable was bigger.

But the truth has a way of seeping out. The mind can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone.

You're at least aware, I hope, that it's summer out there?" When Lazlo didn't respond, he added, "Large orange orb in the sky, low necklines on the fairer sex.

Everything else in Lazlo's mind took a step back to clear space for this new intelligence.

The function of hate […] was to stomp out compassion - to close a door in one's own self and forgot it was ever there.

Det var vetskapen, som legat begravd inuti henne , som monster i en grop. Men monstren var döda och kunde inte göra någon illa. Vetskapen, däremot, kunde slita henne i stycken. I alla fall hennes förstånd (s. 241).

It was called ananke, this sensitivity to the pull of destiny.