Quotes About Awareness

She splayed her fingers on his chest, shoving with the heels of her hands to lever herself away from him. Hunter tensed his arm at her waist to hold her. He wondered if she was aware of his hardness. Then he felt her heartbeat accelerate and had his answer. He bit back a tender smile. If only she knew how easily he could see her thoughts, like pebbles at the bottom of a clear pool.

If we meet in battle, I will know the song your heart sings, eh? And you will know mine.

Why? You ever seen those tiny cages they stick cats in? And those

Mostly I'd like to feel a little less, know a little more.

YOU WERE HERE says the silvery green light of time breathing in and out like any mortal

nothing exciting ever happens, so you stop thinking it's going to. and then something does happen, and you miss it. completely.

I had this tendency to think things through a little too much, envisioning things in the future while I completely missed the present.

Waters: And mind your p's and q's. Robert: I know my p's and q's, and the whole alphabet for that matter. you've got no need to tell me how to act, mister.

She was given no immediate answer, she only knew that somewhere a door had opened inside her and that it would be impossible to close it from now on.

Come on. There's such a thing as overstayin' your welcome.

If you were a man, you'd know in your bones what direction you were going. It's an automatic thing, this knowing where you are, bred deep in a man's bones.

He looks troubled, then slowly nods. "I suppose I have. Grief and loss, they help you focus on what's really important. They make you more aware of all the anguish and the sorrow in the world, make you face up to it, because otherwise they lurk inside you your whole life." "So you suffered as you pursued your goal. But all of us suffer. Sorrow and anguish are knit into the fabric of life itself. No one has the market on it.

Even if there are a lot women in films, there are few who are lesbians, that people know about.

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

Every time you tell your old story, you reactivate the negative emotions/vibes as a whole new experience in your body.

If in this narrative I have not yet paid Queen Sophia adequate consideration, particularly given the unrelenting domination the woman would soon claim over every single element of my life, I offer this simple yet honest explanation: for fifteen unbroken years, my mother had toiled to protect me from the woman. It is remarkable, as I reflect upon my childhood, how utterly unaware I was of this situation while it transpired, the truth coming to my notice only in despondent hindsight.

unconscious never cares for the facts.

I was forced to realize how culturally laden, to the point of inadequacy, psychotherapy was for Danny. I now know how the famous Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung felt in 1925 after spending time with an Indigenous man: Jung was made aware, he said, of his "imprisonment in the cultural consciousness of the white man." Freud, along with all the other European founding fathers of psychotherapy, knew nearly nothing of Indigenous culture, and neither did I. But as my father used to say,

the goal is to bring unconscious material forward into the conscious mind so that patients no longer act on their powerful but unconscious needs.

I was beginning to see that it didn't matter at all if I knew what was wrong with a client. The art of therapy is getting the client to see it.

children are often hypervigilant, for they feel themselves to be ceaselessly in peril. And they've learned to sense threats; their life often depends on it.

the unconscious never cares for the facts. "It only knows what abandonment feels like.