Quotes About Awareness

The fool knows after he's suffered.

You know how sad your life is when you know the release date of DVDs.

Nature takes no notice of the thoughts of men.

The field has eyes, the wood has ears. I want to see, to be silent and listen

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people, some of the time, but you can fool yourself anytime you need to badly enough.

Rich was beginning to see how the world worked against virtually all women, the privileged and the unprivileged, and her increasing awareness of all the ways she was being held back fueled her righteous indignation.

He wonders again if the dead need translators; perhaps in a moment, in a simple twist of unbecoming, they know everything they need to know.

But I had to think to myself that this was normal, because that was the attitude. I was 19 when I went to see my doctor and I was told it was all in the mind. [Author Hilary Mantel on being told her endometriosis was imagined pain, From Oct 2009 Daily Mail interview]

Nothing hurts, or perhaps it's that everything hurts, because there is no separate pain that he can pick out.

Our schools kept from us, for as long as they could, the dangerous, disruptive, upsetting knowledge of our own female nature.

He thinks, I remembered you, Thomas More, but you didn't remember me. You never even saw me coming.

Which of these Thomases saw the blow coming? There are moments when a memory moves right through you.

Death is your prince, you are not his patron; when you think he is engaged elsewhere, he will batter down your door, walk in and wipe his boots on you.

He understands honor but does not boast of his own. . . He has studied the world without despising it. He understands the world without rejecting it. He has no illusions but he has hopes. He does not sleepwalk through his life. His eyes are open, and his ears for sounds others miss.

Petrarch writes, "between one dip of the pen and the next, the time passes: and I hurry, I drive myself, and I speed toward death. We are always dying—I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or block their ears; they are all dying.

The only things he cannot remember are the things he never knew. His

occurs to him that when he is dead, other people will be getting on with their day;

The moment is fleeting. But insight cannot be taken back. You cannot return to the moment you were in before.

For a young reader that's an important moment, when you recognize that your self exists in the world and that your self exists in literature.

We are always dying – I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or block their ears; they are all dying.

Michael allowed himself to look at Caddy for the first time since she had climbed into the car. It was a moment that he always put off for as long as possible because his concentration was never quite the same afterwards.

The siren heralds a friend, the bee a stranger.

MURRY:[Father] Time is kind of a big deal and I'd rather not tick him off. MOLLY: Heh. Tick.

That's how you recognize love: you've never met it before.