Quotes About Awareness

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

I'm learning that I have to practice forgiveness, and sometimes it feels as if I have to do it moment by moment. Whenever the trigger gets pulled or the cloud of shame descends, I'm learning to see it as an invitation to forgive. My negative reaction means I'm aware of my lack of releasing my grudge or pain against them. It also means I can learn to let go of the hurts they caused.

Anche se non abbiamo modo di decidere dove la strada della vita deve portarci, possiamo stabilire dove poggiare i piedi e cosa guardare lungo il percorso.

Don't fucking make judgments about something you know nothing about.

A greater awareness in architects and planners of their real value to society could, at the present, result in that rare occurrence, namely, the improvement of the quality of life as a result of architectural endeavour.

La foto è il feticcio che ti dovrebbe riportare indietro il tempo, ma il guadagno coincide con la perdita: in cambio del ricordo di un te stesso precedente ricevi la consapevolezza di ciò che è definitivamente passato, dell'istante che non tornerà mai più mentre ciò che volevi era proprio fermarlo.

How strange knowledge was. Once something was known, it could not be unknown, no matter how one might wish.

I'll tell you a secret. A lot of times, parents are not the best at seeing their children clearly.

Everyone sees race, Lex," said Moody. "The only difference is who pretends not to.

In the dark they are careful of each other, as if they know they are fragile, as if they know they can break.

Nearly two decades later, others would raise this question, would talk about books as mirrors and windows, and Ed Lim, tired by then, would find himself as frustrated as he was grateful. We've always known, he would think; what took you so long?

Librarians, of all people, understood the value of knowing, even if that information could not yet be used.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could know it over and shatter it.

wasn't until he heard the horror in the teacher's voice—"Shirley Byron!"—that he realized he was supposed to be embarrassed; the next time it happened, he had learned his lesson and turned red right away. In

No sign of her anywhere here. Signs of her everywhere here.

James slid into his seat and the girl next to him asked, "What's wrong with your eyes?" It wasn't until he heard the horror in the teacher's voice—"Shirley Byron!"—that he realized he was supposed to be embarrassed; the next time it happened, he had learned his lesson and turned red right away.

She had spent the night planning and now that it was time, she hardly thought at all. It was as if she were standing outside herself, watching someone else do these things.

what could be less satisfying than stealing from someone so endowed that they never even noticed what you'd taken?

a haze of formless, pervasive emotion, nothing she could grasp, but full of looming thoughts that appeared from nowhere, startling her, then receded into whiteness again before she was even sure what she had seen.

The librarian sighs. How can you know, she says, if no one teaches you, and no one ever talks about it, and all the books about it are gone?

Hannah, as if she understood her place in the cosmos, grew from quiet infant to watchful child: a child fond of nooks and corners, who curled up in closets, behind sofas, under dangling tablecloths, staying out of sight as well as out of mind, to ensure the terrain of the family did not change.)

And some people chide her for coming too late. One older woman—a Choctaw woman, whose granddaughter had been taken—looked at Margaret for a long time with weary eyes, then clicked her teeth. You think this is something new? She shook her head.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it.

At any given moment—every moment he could arrange, in fact—he was there with Pearl, in the booth at the diner, in the fork of a tree, watching her big eyes drink in everything around them as if she were ferociously thirsty.