Quotes About Awareness

I know," Ursula said, "it's like the Emperor's new clothes.

Become such as you are, having learned what that is. She knew what that was now. She was Ursula Beresford Todd and she was a witness.

let's face it, no one warned you about anything.

Her éducation sexuelle (it was easier to think of it as something French) was woefully riddled with lacunae.

You have an eye," Miss Gillies told her. I have two, she thought.)

She needed more time, there simply wasn't enough of it. This was the only way she could think of making it (setting her alarm five minutes earlier every day). Not making it exactly, if you could make it from scratch - brand new time- that would be fantastic.

disengaging from the rat race Jackson

Astonishing things happen all the time," Jackson said. "We just don't notice.

All that is necessary for the forces of evil to win in the world is for enough good women to do nothing. The

A good rule of thumb was that the more noise someone was making the less likely they were to die.

Fairy tales are the skeletons of story, perhaps. Reading them often provides an uneasy sensation—a gnawing familiarity—that comforting yet supernatural awareness of living inside a story.

You have the hey to the library, he said. Only be careful what you read.

It doesn't really matter what a person decides to do, or how radically a person plays with gender. What matters, I think, is how aware a person is of the options.

It doesn't really matter what a person decides to do, or how radically a person plays with gender. What matters, I think, is how aware a person is of the options. How sad for a person to be missing out on some expression of identity, just for now knowing there are options.

You can't make people listen to you. People only hear what they want to hear.

At a very early period she had apprehended the instinctively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.

In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recongize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight - perhaps more wisdom than the Holy Ghost is usually pleased to vouchsafe to any woman.

I don't mind walking. I always feel so sorry for women who don't like to walk; they miss so much--so many rare little glimpses of life; and we women learn so little of life on the whole.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself [...].

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?

One misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.

It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.