Quotes About Awareness

In 1998 Gordon Hempton, a sound recordist attempting to build a library of natural sounds, toured fifteen states west of the Mississippi and found only two areas--in the mountains of Colorado and the Boundary Waters of Minnesota--that were free of motors, aircraft, industrial clamor, or gunfire for more than fifteen minutes during daylight.

So," I said as Cassidy and I headed toward Mr. Moreno's room, "I didn't see any secret messages last night." "I didn't want to be predictable," Cassidy retorted. "But at least now I know you're paying attention.

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

They say your skin is the largest organ in your body, but I'd never really appreciated that before, the way his fingertips slowly tracing the curve of my jaw could travel down the entire length of my body, covering me in goose bumps. The way he could make me feel flushed with something that wasn't fever.

You'll never escape the panopticon thinking like that.

But the thing was:although I might not have been dying,I wasn't really living,either

There are some things you shouldn't overhear, some things that are too terrible to comprehend when other people are discussing them, even though they're happening to you.

But how do you know who's a watcher and who's a prisoner?" I asked, pulling into the empty parking lot. "That's the point. Even the watchers are prisoners.

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

If you think about it, there's something quite depressing about living in a gated community full of six-bedroom "Spanish-style" homes while, half a mile down the road, illegal migrant workers break their backs in the strawberry fields, and you have to drive past them every morning on the way to school.

Maybe they will just try to steer users into buying certain products and not others. But what happens when the products are politicians or ideologies? And how will people know when they are being manipulated?

Not to know what happened before you were born is to remain a child forever," said Cicero.

When the light in most people's faces comes from the glow of the laptop, the smartphone, or the television screen, we are living in a Dark Age,

A person cut off from history is a person who is almost powerless against power.

Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were.

Always I glance both ways. Why chance missing love wherever she or he may lurk?

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows Leonard Cohen Everybody Knows

Si te dieras cuenta de lo poderosos que son tus pensamientos, no volverías a pensar nada negativo jamás." Peace Pilgrim

Never make the mistake of assuming the audience is any less intelligent than you are.

You know you're getting old; there are certain signs. I walked past a cemetery, and two guys ran after me with shovels.

This is from an Indian comedian named Charlie Hill: "They say Balboa discovered the Pacific Ocean. My people were living here for hundreds and hundreds of years. We never noticed it? "One day the chief took his son to the top of a mountain. As they looked out over the hills and valleys, he spread his arms wide and said, 'Son, someday none of this will be yours.

I feel sorry for short people. When it rains, they're the last ones to know about it.

The cause of our suffering is not what we do, but the way we perceive.