Quotes About Awareness

Just because it's the truth doesn't make it any less insulting.

What is essential is invisible to the

trannies following them as she and Marc walked down the concrete

You mean if a good hunter did this it was on purpose?

the essential goodness of people, it's failing to see it.

One of Gilbert's favorite quotes was from Henry David Thoreau. The question is not what you look at, but what you see.

propped up between her friends, as she realized she'd been all her life. Why had it taken until now to understand that?

He said that if we thought we ould compartmentalize things, we were deluding ourselves. Everyone we meet, every word we speak, every action taken or not taken lives in our longhouse. With us. Always. Never to be expelled or locked away.

Conscience. ... Which is why, Gamache knew, it was vital to be aware of actions in the present. Because the present became the past, and the past grew. And got up, and followed you. And found you ... Who wouldn't be afraid of this?" ? Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling

Though the duck looked bleary. But then, ducks often did.

Don't believe everything you think. Chief Inspector Gamache wrote that on the board for the incoming cadets at the start of every year at the Sûreté academy, and it stayed there all year. At first the students in the class he taught laughed. It sounded clever but silly. Little by little most got it. And those who didn't did not progress further. That phrase was as powerful as any weapon they'd be handed.

This isn't inaction, this is simply a deep breath.

first two were obvious.

The blindness you mention isn't believing in the essential goodness of people, it's failing to see it.

Your vast well of ignorance is finally paying off.

he understands," said Gamache quietly, as though

Gamache listened closely. To the words. The tone. The space between the words.

So unusual was it for someone to actually think on the witness stand. They answered clear questions by telling the rehearsed truth, or a preplanned lie. But they rarely actually thought.

Henry David Thoreau. The question is not what you look at, but what you see.

Beneath his cheerful and friendly manner there peeked every now and then a condescension, an awareness that he had a lot and others had less. And somehow that made them less.

stopped subscribing to the Montreal papers. Ignorance really was bliss.

As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.

Who knows what goes on in my mind? I will be the last to know. Even

Perhaps I am dead. I wonder how you would know? If you died in your sleep and woke up dead, who would let you know?