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“...don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“We are often unaware of the gradual decline and the erosion in our lives but not unaware of the gnawing feeling it brings.”
― Eric Samuel Timm, Static Jedi: The Art of Hearing God Through the Noise

“Rather than thinking in terms of good and bad, it is more helpful to think in terms of conscious and unconscious, aware, and unaware.”
― Joan Borysenko, Guilt is the Teacher, Love is the Lesson

“Denial and affirmation are games which people play.
There are people who deny that they are capable of denying, and who would insist that people do not insist.”
― Idries Shah, Reflections

“I was so awash in sensory overload that I was caught completely unaware when he did push me away”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives, and the most common pattern is the circle.”
― Dean Koontz, Deeply Odd

“...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one...”
― Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

“When the rush of the weak sweeps over those that strive to be strong, its destruction. The commonplaces of moral judgment become fogged with the lack of perception stained with the sting of longing. The voice of reason is lost in the envious echoes of hearts torn by battle. The song of our children echo the misfortune of their parent's haze---we all started out small and had dreams to become something more than what we were.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“There must be a happy medium somewhere between being totally informed and blissfully unaware.”
― Doug Larson

“When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“If you are unaware of what's within, you will be shown in the mirror of your near future life experience. Wiser to keep a step ahead.”
― Jay Woodman

“Many people live in an induced spiritual comma; they are inherently vicious, and are completely unaware of their malady.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

“This night is going well.
"Hello there."
I speak too soon.
Dunstan enters, his two cronies behind him. Everyone standing around goes quiet. I flinch, but not for me; he's gazing at Ivy like a lion at a piece of meat. Ivy just keeps grinning.
"And may I say you are the prettiest girl I've seen all night," Dunstan says, not noticing the fact Ivy's already taken.
Ivy stares down at her feet, a pale blush the color of pink roses brushed across her cheeks. "You don't mean that," she whispers, not knowing she's accidentally flirting.
"I really do," Dunstan continues in his oily, supposedly charming voice, and I roll my eyes. I want to pull Ivy away, but if I do, Dunstan will notice me. And without Melanie breathing down his neck, who knows what he'll try to pull?
"So what's your name, beautiful?"
Ivy blush deepens and i feel my nails dig into my skin. I'm the one whose supposed to tell her she's pretty, not this jerk.
"My name is Ivy," Ivy replies.
"Ivy. I like it. It suits you."
I feel an arm on my shoulder and turning around, I see Aidan holding me back. Unconsciously, I've stepped forward, ready to challenge him.
"So what is your name?" Ivy asks, still shyly peering down at her shoeless feet.
Acting all surprised he got asked this, Dunstan runs a hand through his hair. "My name is Dunstan."
Ivy's flush instantly vanishes, the corners of her mouth turns down, and her eyebrows knit together.
"Dunstan? This is your name?" Quiet as she's being, I know there's anger there. I'd hate to be the recipient of this tone.
But Dunstan the egotistical baboon butt isn't aware of the change. "Yep, that's me."
"What is your last name?" I feel someone shaking. Aidan's still hanging on to me, and he's nervous, too.
Dunstan still doesn't detect her malice. "Why, my last name's Lebelle. Dunstan Lebelle." He chuckles. "Perhaps you've heard of me?"
"Oh yes," Ivy hisses, suddenly radiating ferocious fury. "I've heard much about the boy who nearly got Rylan Forester killed."
Even with blaring music in the next room, you can hear a pin drop throughout the kitchen as everyone goes quiet, having lost all ability to talk due to flapping jaws. Someone whistles.
"Excuse me?" Dunstan sounds like he can't believe what he's hearing.
"You heard me." Ivy glares, knowing she has him caught. "You pushed Rylan into the swamp where the alligator attacked him. Sure, you can blame the alligator, but when you really think about, if you had not pushed him in, Rylan wouldn't have nearly died. Who, by the way," Ivy steps back, clasping my free hand in hers, "happens to be my friend and my date."
Everyone bursts into titters—no one has ever spoken to Dustan Lebelle like that—as Dunstan stares at me wide-eyed, finally taking in my existence. But before he can do anything, Ivy pulls my hand.
"We're leaving," she declares, giving Dunstan one last stink eye. And with her nose in the air and me following, Ivy boldly walks right out the back door.”
― Colleen Boyd

“The most disgusting in the world is being unaware of who we are”
― Sunday Adelaja

“An eerie feeling plagued the back of her mind, insisting that a supernatural force was within the room, or worse, within her!”
― J.C. Spencer

“That's funny! Where I come from, good triumphs over evil, you old hag!”
― J.C. Spencer, Unaware

“The sea, the seaâ€�
Man alone,
Passive, unaware
In his elemental sadness.”
― Scott Hastie

“My hand is clutching Sebastian's, although I'm not sure he's even aware of it after all we've been through.”
― Theresa Braun, Dead over Heels