Quotes About Awareness

and finally his current self-awareness, tinged with compulsions whose origins he couldn't access or control.

It's terrifying to realize that most of humanity lives in places that are destined to die.

Meditation is not something that should be done in a particular position at a particular time. It is an awareness and an attitude that must persist throughout the day.

Meditation needs an awake mind not an unconscious one.

I was thinking of something that made me unhappy." Simon stopped snarling and cocked his head, looking more baffled than angry. "Why would you do that?

For a moment, Meg couldn't think, could barely breathe as a drawing of a cow with arrows pointing to the various cuts of meat popped into her head. Then she imagined a drawing of a human with the same kinds of arrows. Could there be a sign like that in the butcher shop?

For you, being around that man is like drinking a glass of poison every day," Nadine said. "Maybe it just makes you sick, makes you weak, makes you forget who you really are and what you really want. But if you keep drinking, sooner or later, the poison will kill you.

Don't matter if you caw, Don't matter if you shout. Crowbones will gitcha If you don't watch out! —Crowgard rhyme

It felt like forever, and since I hadn't gone back inside the house to get my wristwatch before we headed out, time was measured by how it felt.

When would humans realize they always started the fights that would kill them? He

A leader had to stay alert and aware of the enemy who lived all around his people, had to enforce rules and agreements. Had to decide if the humans needed to be exterminated. And a leader ran the risk of absorbing too much that was human, becoming too much like the enemy.

Humans, Simon reminded himself. He adjusted the wire-rimmed glasses that he didn't need for vision but thought made him look a little gawky and more approachable. Call them humans when you're in the store. That way you're less likely to use the slur when talking to an employee.

On the other hand, he firmly believed that ignorance was bullshit, not bliss.

To: Crispin James Montgomery No trains running. Will leave with Sierra and her girls as soon as we can. Cyrus called several times, wanting to be included in this visit. Didn't say anything about bringing his wife or children. Once I told him we were staying with your boss, he lost interest. Doesn't mean he won't get interested again. Thought you should know. —Mother

My job is to transcend my own agenda in order to see the wider context and my job is to cultivate the kind of spaciousness where permission is possible. I try to create the room in which everyone is both participating and responsible.

she made it clear that artists and audiences need to find the inner capacity to meet an event with spaciousness and a sense of possibility. Both life and art can prepare us for the openness that we need to bring ourselves to the unfolding moment.

Listening is a basic ingredient of attention, and it can be learned and practiced. Listening is fueled by interest and curiosity. It is a discipline and an action in the world, and the results are nearly magical. Hearing can restore. To be heard, really heard by another person, is to be healed.

Satan, that great angler, hath his sundry baits for sundry tempers of men, which they all catch greedily at, but few perceive the hook till it be too late.

"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on Nothing but Meditation?

And although thus short, we shorten many ways, Living so little while we are alive; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal flight.

I always lacked common sense when taken by surprise.

I would not send a poor girl into the world, ignorant of the snares that beset her path nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself .

Infants begin to see by noticing the edges of things. How do they know an edge is an edge? By passionately wanting it not to be. The experience of eros as lack alerts a person to the boundaries of himself, of other people, of things in general. It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.