Quotes About Awareness

What we are saying is that we did see. And what did we do? We acted blind, and we moved on. That is not the gospel.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me.Even with my hair wet and drawn back it's me. But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? Could I identify myself that way? I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. Same with my hands. I have no idea what my back looks like. I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.

Waking is hard, and waking is glorious. We watch as you stir, then as you stumble out of your beds. We know that gratitude is the last thing on your mind. But you should be grateful.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first step of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

Seconds pass with every door. Minutes pass with every street. Elijah never realizes that he's lost, so he has no trouble finding his way back.

Sei disso há algum tempo, mas você pode saber de algo durante anos sem que isso realmente o atinja.

This is how it feels to hold a pencil in her hand. This is how it feels to fill her lungs with air. This is how it feels to press her back against the chair. This is how it feels to touch her ear. This is what the world sounds like to her. This is what she hears every day.

Sitting in that room, talking to Mr. Wright, I knew I had to get all of my identities in order. I realized how many identities I had, at a time when I really should have been focusing on having one.

There are two kinds of drivers, he thinks: those who see the world around the road, and those who fixate on the road itself. We'll end up where we want to be. We always do.

We choose how much of the world we want to let into our lives. Both the beauty of it and the horror of it. There has to be a point of insulation -- but some of us insulate real close right down to our very selves and others insulate wider, let more of the world in.

Naps can be devils of disorientation.

Falling in love with someone doesn't mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel -A

I have no idea what time it is, what day it is. I have nothing but now. Nothing but here. And that is more than enough.

I'm still me, and eventually he will see that.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do. I

But I don't know when that day will arrive, and it would be too easy to forget to marvel at the beauty in this moment. In every moment.

The best thing to do is to treat all your days well.

How much of my body is really me? My face is me, for sure. Anyone who looked at my face would know it was me. (...) But after that? If I showed myself a picture of myself from the shoulders down, would I be sure it was me? (...) I close my eyes and ask myself what my feet look like. I only kind of know. (...) I let it define me, but I can't even define it.

Insight, n.: How telling that there isn't anything called "outsight," as if language itself knows the direction that wisdom must come from. — David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011)

I study the people in the class, in a somewhat dreamy math-soundtracked daze.

But I reckon to tell you there are soft truths, too. It doesn't always have to be like running into a wall. Sometimes it's just like waking up.

No necesitamos hablar para ser conscientes de la presencia del otro.