Quotes About Awareness

When you are falling in love it is always already too late: d?ute, as the poets say.

He / thought of women. / What is it like to be a woman / listening in the dark? Black mantle of silence / stretches between them like geothermal pressure. / Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as / lava. She listens / to the blank space where / his consciousness is, moving towards her. Lava can / move as slow as / nine hours per inch. [...] She wonders if / he is listening too. The cruel thing is, she falls asleep / listening.

Where does unbelief begin? / When I was young // there were degrees of certainty. / I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands. / Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands / occasionally disappear–

Hegel on sacrifice. The animal dies. The man becomes alert.

Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as lava. She listens to the black space where his consciousness is, moving towards her.

Comparison makes you less interesting to yourself doesn't it. Your magic contracts your body putting forth no frill under another's gaze.

Geryon watched the top of Herakles' head and felt his limits returning. Nothing to say. Nothing.

There is something you should know. And the right way to know it is by a cherrying of your mind.

To be a prophet, Knox emphasizes, requires living in and looking at the present, at what is really going on around you.

Everything is a naked thought that strikes.

and there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness. The world poured back and forth between their eyes once or twice.

I stopped watching. I forgot about Nudes. I lived my life, which felt like a switched-off TV. Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it.

XIII. HERAKLES' KILLING CLUB Little red dog did not see it he felt it All events carry but one

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

It is hard for fish to be aware of water. It is hard for us to notice something that's an ingrained pattern shaping our habitual thought.

Silence, along with the attention it fosters, is our anchor to the present, to the here and now.

Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.

Feelings aren't right or wrong. They just are.

I wait for the kind of sense that dawn makes, when you have not slept.

paused in the ineluctable presence of the other, and inhaled.

If you can't see that your own culture has its own set of interests, emotions, and biases, how can you expect to deal successfully with someone else's culture?

Our view of reality is only a view, not reality itself.

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.

asks whether an infected child can live in an orphanage. "They still think HIV is caught like a cold