Quotes About Awareness

Do you know what happens, Etienne," says Madame Manec from the other side of the kitchen, "when you drop a frog in a pot of boiling water?" "You will tell us, I am sure." "It jumps out. But do you know what happens when you put the frog in a pot of cool water and then slowly bring it to a boil? You know what happens then?" Marie-Laure waits. The potatoes steam. Madame Manec says, "The frog cooks.

To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air.

Open your eyes, the Frenchman on the radio used to say, and see what you can with them before they close forever.

To shut you eyes is to guess nothing of blindness.

A good journal entry- like a good song, or sketch, or photograph- ought to break up the habitual and life away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart. A good journal entry ought to be a love letter to the world.

He sees what other people don't." What the war did to dreamers.

Abrid los ojos y observad todo lo que podáis antes de cerrarlos para siempre»

Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she's eating wedges of wet sunlight.

Abrid los ojos —concluye el hombre— y observad todo lo que podáis antes de cerrarlos para siempre».

Open your eyes, concludes the man, and see what you can with them before they close forever

What is blindness? Where there should be a wall, her hands find nothing. Where there should be nothing, a table leg gouges her shin. Cars growl in the streets; leaves whisper in the sky; blood rustles through her inner ears. In the stairwell, in the kitchen, even beside her bed, grown-up voices speak of despair.

How few days are left in the lives of anyone. How few hours.

How? How did Jutta understand so much more about how the world worked? While he knew so little?

Frau Elena, does a bee know it's going to die if it stings somebody?

Jutta, he thinks, I finally listened.

She takes no notice of him; she seems to know nothing but the morning.

To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness.

So many human beings, none of them seeing clearly.

There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, there: a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling your way down a mile-long thread until your fingernails find the tiny lump of a knot.

In a child's cursive, beneath the crossed-out lines, Aethon's new line is handwritten in the margin, "The world as it is is enough.

Grandfather, Omeir thinks, already I have seen things I did not know how to dream.

DeschideÈ›i ochii È™i vedeÈ›i cu ei tot ce puteÈ›i înainte s? se închid? pe vecie .

had felt time settle over itself, imbricate and fix into place the vertigo of future aligning with the present.

Now it is as if she can hear the pendulum in the air in front of her: that huge golden bob, as wide across as a barrel, swinging on and on, never stopping. Grooving and regrooving its inhuman truth into the floor.