Quotes About Awareness

If you cannot read it, how could you catalog it?

Racism is a poison so insidious it finds its way through the tiniest slit in the soul and does its damage there even before one is aware.

Americans have many admirable characteristics, but literary taste is rare among them.

People hear whispers as loud as guns.

Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it.

And it was too late. No one wants to believe something is too late, but it is always becoming too late, and then it is.

Here was the world wide-awake and yet only for me, all the fresh pure air only for me, all the fragrance breathed only by me, not a living soul hearing the nightingale but me, the sun in a few moments coming up to warm only me.

One went on and on, never dreaming of the sudden dreadful day when the coverings were going to be dropped and one would see it was death after all, that it had been death all the time, death pretending, death waiting

I don't believe there was ever anybody who loved being happy as much as I did. What I mean is that I was so acutely conscious of being happy, so appreciative of it; that I wasn't ever bored, and was always and continuously grateful for the whole delicious loveliness of the world.

Once more she had that really rather disgusting suspicion that her life till now had not only been loud but empty.

but here was the world wide awake and yet only for me, all the fresh pure air only for me, all the fragrance breathed only by me, not a living soul hearing the nightingale but me, the sun in a few moments coming up to warm only me, and nowhere a single hard word being spoken, or a single selfish act being done, nowhere anything that could tarnish the blessed purity of the world as God has given it us.

Out there on the plain there is silence, and where there is silence I have discovered there

Experience has taught me that whenever anything is on the tip of my tongue the best thing to do is to keep it there.

She pushed yesterday, and everything in it, out of her mind, addressing herself, as the sensible should, wholly to the actual moment.

You can't fix a problem you can't see. Simply saying that the laws (or the economy, or the rules that govern policing, or anything else) are racially blind doesn't mean that reality is racially blind. To attack problems head-on--to be anti-racist--begins with asking questions about race.

Claims such as I'm not a racist or so-and-so is not a racist may sound harmless to some, but to many they cut deep. Familiar denials like these so often seem to be the justification for a second, unspoken part to that sentence: and therefore I don't have to do anything about racism. And that's the part that is just plain wrong.

I'm here to ask you to fight for more funding for research on Alzheimer's. Please. I'm going to forget, so I need you to remember.

Oh Julie, wouldn't I know if you were dead? Wouldn't I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

Hemingway has his classic moment in The Sun Also Rises when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt. All he can say is, Gradually, then suddenly. That's how depression hits. You wake up one morning, afraid that you're gonna live.

Very early in my life it was already too late.

Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.

Even if I remember the first time perfectly, I don't remember the beginning at all. I mean: the beginning of addiction. It's hard to say when it becomes a problem; it sneaks up on you like a sun shower.

I know by now, only too well, that you can never get away from yourself because you never go away.

Time passes slowly, or too fast, or it makes no difference.