Quotes About Awareness

Not that I'm aware," Sunshine said.

photograph?" "Information

As far as you know? I can't know any further than that.

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.

She's never where she is,' I said. 'She's only inside her head.

A fish has no concept of water.

To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had not yet been made in their passports.

I felt like an Israeli girl soldier, in shorts and the hot wind, sighting down the barrel of the rifle, holding the .38 with both hands. It was a strange feeling, him looking at me as I aimed. I found I couldn't quite lose myself in the target. His eyes split my attention between the C in Coke and my awareness of him watching me. And I thought, this was what it was like to be beautiful.

Don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.

She's never where she is. She's only inside her head.

I would always know what time it was in California.

snakes rarely bite above the ankles

the gamelan created in the listener a brain wave beyond all alphas and betas and thetas, a brain wave that paralyzed the normal channels of thought and forced new ones to grow outside them, in the untouched regions of the mind, like parallel blood vessels that form to accommodate a damaged heart.

She's never where she is," I said. "She's only inside her head.

This was an artist's stare, attentive to detail, taking in the truth without preconceptions.

It was as if I was blind and she'd told me, sight doesn't matter, it's just as well you can't see.

people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They were blind sleepwalkers on tightropes, fingers scoring thin air.

thinking about what Mr. Delgado had said in our last class. He said the reason we studied history was to find out why things were the way they were, how we got here. He said you could do anything you wanted to people who didn't know their history. That was the way a totalitarian system worked. Who

I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They were blind sleepwalkers on tightropes, fingers scoring thin air.

But she understood, even lies could be true, if you knew how to listen.

What isn't there is as important as what is, Phil always said.

For, of course, at bottom, no subject is naive. Every hoodwinked widow, every deceived lover, every betrayed friend, every subject of writing knows on some level what is in store for him, and remains in the relationship anyway, impelled by something stronger than his reason.