There are various problems as to how we can be conscious
now of what no longer exists.
Probably the spectators are more conscious
of the impressive meaning of it all than the brave young people themselves.
Always, in the beginning, before his conscious
life dawned, he had crawled toward the mouth of the cave.
For three weeks, at least, her inward life had consisted of little else than living through in memory the looks and words Arthur had directed towards her--of little else than recalling the sensations with which she heard his voice outside the house, and saw him enter, and became conscious
that his eyes were fixed on her, and then became conscious
that a tall figure, looking down on her with eyes that seemed to touch her, was coming nearer in clothes of beautiful texture with an odour like that of a flower-garden borne on the evening breeze.
He watched her descend, rather slowly, owing to the dusk of the staircase, and he had a last sight of Denham's head and of Katharine's head near together, against the panels, when suddenly a pang of acute jealousy overcame him, and had he not remained conscious
of the slippers upon his feet, he would have run after them or cried out.
Her first conscious
action, when she was in some degree mistress of herself again, was to lean over the bed, and to look closer at the woman who had so incomprehensibly stolen into her room in the dead of night.
Bending his foaming muzzle to his chest, his tail extended, Bedouin, as if also conscious
of the Emperor's eye upon him, passed splendidly, lifting his feet with a high and graceful action, as if flying through the air without touching the ground.
And if you ask me again how far conscious
all this was the nearest answer I can make you is this: that I remained on purpose, but I didn't know for what purpose I remained.
I was conscious
every moment in myself of many, very many elements absolutely opposite to that.
Jerry knew this as indubitably as he acted upon it, although all the while it never entered his head as an item of conscious
I had filled one page of the pocket-book, and had just turned to the next, when I became conscious
of a difficulty in fixing my attention on the subject that was before it.
Looking at her, he recalled all the delightful things he had heard from her lips, all the good he knew about her, and became more and more conscious
that the feeling he had for her was something special that he had felt long, long ago, and only once, in his early youth.