Quotes About Awareness

Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn't pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, 'Oh, what pretty trees.

A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.

Violence has to become a part of your thinking. It makes you cautious, suspicious as hell, and lengthens your life expectancy.

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have can be--Sholto

I had been downright paranoid all afternoon, aware of everyone near me. By the time I went for the car, my neck and shoulders were knotted into one painful ache. The most frightening thing I'd seen all afternoon had been the prices on the designer clothing.

If you're alive, don't move, if you're dead, don't worry about it.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

Human lives are too short to waste in trivialities.

Ignorance isn't bliss, but neither is knowledge. Sometimes you just know more, but it doesn't make you any happier.

No one had said anything, or even lifted an eyebrow at me; sometimes it's just the inside of your own head that is the problem.

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have, can be

We lose too many people that way, both male and female. Twenty-two combat veterans die every day in the United States alone from suicide, and it isn't just soldiers who have just come home from their tours of duty. There is no statute of limitations on nightmares and depression. With numbers like that, we need to start talking to one another more.

My Spidey-sense had been tingling since I found the empty car. Sometimes it's not paranoia; it's just the truth.

The short one with the scar shifted from foot to foot. "Yeah, this is Russell," he motioned at the Indian, "and this is Newt." I almost said, "Newt," aloud, but figured we had enough problems without me being a smart-ass. And people say I don't know when to keep my mouth shut.

I'd had Jean-Claude drive the metaphysical bus before, but I'd never felt it like this, never been so aware of how terribly aware he was of his power, of my power, of the power we all offered him. He was vampire, which meant he was a cold power, a thing of logic, because emotions do not trouble the dead. He shifted through our talents, like Edward would have looked through his gun safe. Which gun will do the job? Which will make this shot?

There is that moment when you are alone with a man and you both realize it. Alone together, there are always possibilities in that. There is a nearly painful awareness of each other. It can lead to awkwardness, to sex, or to fear, depending on the man and the situation.

As usual, I was fey enough to see the problem, but too human to fix it.

Richard sensed it and pulled away. He went around to the driver's side of his car and opened his door, leaning across to unlock mine. He didn't open the door for me. He knew better than that. I could open my own bloody door. Richard

I was slipping out of the shoulder holster when I felt it. The air currents had moved, as if something had moved through them. Just like that I knew I wasn't alone.

Suspicion is healthy. It'll keep you alive.

It was the way I'd felt a few times in the forest or in the mountains—those moments when you just suddenly feel how alive everything around you is, and you can almost breathe in the energy of every humming insect, flying bird, windblown tree

This is the truth: You lose some things because you didn't see the darkness rushing toward you. Some things disappear because it all snuck up on you so quickly and quietly, and you weren't paying attention. Okay. But once in a while a loss is preventable. You can stop it. And if you don't, you are to blame. The trick is knowing which is which.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the knowledge that this was a moment to pay attention to: this day, this air, these two people. I felt the perfection of the moment and, inside of it, I felt its demise.

If you think too much about a thing, it is no longer innocent even if, in truth, it began that way