Quotes About Awareness

Grownups shouldn't turn their backs on children.

Already you are walking in the heat to get somewhere, but where can you go? There is nowhere but here. This street or that street, it is all the same. One day you will know this, and you will sit down and wait.

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What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve . . . —Unknown

There were two things a girl learned to do simultaneously at a very young age: knee a guy in the crotch and scream at the top of her lungs.

I thought: This is what the living do. And I swooned at the ordinary nature of the task and myself, at my chapped hands and square palms, at the way my wrists bent and fingers flexed inside this living body.

We would see that each minute counts for something timeless and, if we want, we all can find our way inside these big, tiny moments. Beautiful!

Being in your twenties has changed a lot since I was in my twenties, but it is still a time everything awful that happens is awful in a romantic way, even if you don't admit it (and you can't admit it because then you would be less important in the tragedy you're starring in, your own life)...because in your twenties you know, even if you don't admit this either, even if this is buried deep in your subconscious, that you can waste an entire decade and still have a life.

I was always decoding. I was hyperalert. Being hyperalert is a lasting thing. Being a watcher. Noticing emotional shirts, infinitesimally small tremors that flit over another person's face, the jab in a seemingly innocuous word, the quickening in a walk, an abrupt gesture - the way, say, a jacket is tossed over a chair.

the knowledge of true danger may cure us of false fears

Si en este mundo no se dice casi nada que sea escuchado como debiera, hay algo mucho peor, y es que no se hace casi nada que sea juzgado tal y como se ha hecho.

We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.

It's plain to you that at the time I write this, I'm not dead. But maybe by the time you read it.

As he expressed these ideas he followed them with his eyes, watching them gallop away to the place where they made sense.

All night the dreamer travels in this region and doesn't realize he's asleep. The differences between the logic of that world and the logic of this waking one are vast. But they feel the same. And isn't that how we recognize logic, by the way it feels?

He didn't know what country he was in, but he was at home in the universe.

For many minutes before she showed herself, he felt her moving around the place. He detected her presence as unmistakably as he would have sensed the shape of someone blocking the light through a window, even with his eyes closed.

Nothing sudden is happening here. More is just suddenly being revealed.

If he died now, Grainier probably wouldn't know it until they came into the light of the gas lamps either side of the doctor's house. After they'd moved along for nearly an hour without conversation, listening only to the creaking wagon and the sound of the nearby river and the clop of the mares, it grew dark.

I know there are people who believe that wherever you look, all you see is yourself. Episodes like this make me wonder it they aren't right. Dirty Wedding

read until his focus loosened and the lines of text divided into duplicates and floated on the page.

The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.

You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.

Monsters don't dress like monsters; they dress like humans. Even stranger, they rarely know they're the monsters.