Quotes About Awareness

If you're a drug addict," says Taft, "there is something you need to know." "What?" "Drugs are not your friend." Taft looks serious. "Drugs are not your friend and also people should be your friends.

Club members refuse to abide by certain unwritten rules, and they make people aware of the existence of those rules by breaking them in public situations.

Drugs are not your friend". Taft looks serious. "Drugs are not your friend and also people should be your friends.

we should not accept an evil we can change

See the world as it is, not as you wish it would be.

Unless we remember we cannot understand

The best way to control a man is to do so without his awareness that he is being controlled, and the best way to do that is through the systematic manipulation of passions, because man tends to identify his passions as his own. In defending them, he defends his "freedom", which he usually sees as the unfettered ability to fulfill his desires, without, for the most part, understanding how easy it is to manipulate those passions from without.

Few will doubt that humankind has created a planet-sized problem for itself. No one wished it so, but we are the first species to become a geophysical force, altering Earth's climate, a role previously reserved for tectonics, sun flares, and glacial cycles.

I see no way out of the problems that organized religion and tribalism create other than humans just becoming more honest and fully aware of themselves.

The education of women is the best way to save the environment.

Thinking critically about why you assume what you assume can make you sensitive, over time, to the cultural mores you bring to the biblical text.

She was suddenly aware of him in a way she hadn't been before. Hayward was good-looking in a sweet and wholesome way.

The term which psychology has coined for our relative imperviousness to the dizzy variations that go on in the world around us is "constancy." The color, shape, and brightness of things remain to us relatively constant, even though we may notice some variation with the change of distance, illumination, angle of vision, and so on.

Porque es una máxima constante que nadie ve lo que son las cosas si no sabe lo que deberían ser.

A white handkerchief in the shade may be objectively darker than a lump of coal in the sunshine. We rarely confuse the one with the other because the coal will on the whole be the blackest patch in our field of vision, the handkerchief the whitest, and it is relative brightness that matters and that we are aware of.

With me the process is much more like bird-watching than like either talking or building. I see pictures. Some of the pictures have a common flavour, almost a common smell, which groups them together. Keep quiet and watch and they will begin joining themselves up.(quoting C.S. Lewis)

I asked this question: How can I think about my brain when it's my brain doing the thinking? So is this brain pretending to be me thinking about it?

I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside of you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It's hollow.

How can you know what is missing if you've never met it? You must know of something's existence before you can notice its absence.

El abismo de dos mundos incomunicables se abre entre el hombre que tiene el sentimiento de la muerte y el que no lo tiene; sin embargo, los dos mueren; pero uno ignora su muerte, el otro la sabe; el uno no muere más que un instante, el otro no cesa de morir…

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.