Quotes About Awareness

If you think about it hard enough, if you trace potential reverberations long enough, every step can be a false step, any move can lead to an unintended consequence. Who am I ignoring that I shouldn't be ignoring? What am I not saying that I should be saying? What won't I notice that she would absolutely notice? While I'm out in the public hallways, what private languages am I not hearing?

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing

but if you keep focusing on why you have it so bad, you'll never realize how you could have it so good.

does it ever get easier? is there an end to these questions? do you have any answers? will you say them to me? can you stop this unraveling? will you bring me your closure? or am I the only one who sees anymore? who sees . . . who sees . . . who sees?

You have to be at peace with the fact that you simple are.

Ik wil dat ze kon zien hoe geslagen hij is. De uitdrukking op zijn gezicht, zijn leven staat op instorten. Want dan zou ze misschien beseffen, al het was het maar een fractie van een seconde, dat hoewel de wereld haar niet interesseert, de wereld wel geïnteresseerd is in haar.

I don't understand how it's possible to know you have a good life, but still be missing out on it. I don't understand why I won't let myself give in to what I have. It's good. What I have is good.

Thoughts can follow you anywhere.

Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions

What a strange phrase - not seeing other people. As if it's been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

I wish she could see how it hits him. The look on his face, his life caving in. Because then maybe she'd realize, if only for a split second, that even though the world doesn't matter to her, she matters to the world.

Tony knows the names of trees and birds. As we walk around, he points them out to me. I try to record them in my mind, but the information never holds. What matters to me is the emotional meaning of the objects.

How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing. Noticing the way she smells like oversugared coffee, and the difference between her smile and her photographed smile, and the way she bites her lower lip, and the pale skin of her back. I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance-I don't want to have to acknowledge I am noticing.

We lost track of time because we felt like time had lost track of us.

But we haven't been there for you. We've been here. Watching as you become the role models.

Even though the liquid is easier to see, you have to learn to appreciate the air.

Unless you count the way the words sink into Neil, the way his life feels a little more solid than it did five minutes before.

truth is, thinking about depression depresses the shit out of me.

The air feels cleaner because when the world is below we allow ourselves to breathe fully. When no one else is around, we open ourselves to the quieter astonishments that enormity can offer.

i think the idea of a 'mental health day' was invented by people who have no clue what it's like to have bad mental health

I do believe that most of the times your life changes, you don't realize in the moment that it's on the cusp of being altered.

breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath. I wish I could be like that, or love could be like that.

life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality.