Quotes About Awareness

I told my old friend Julia that Tropical Storm Julia had just slammed into the Georgia coast. She said, "We'll have to watch me closely as I seem to be gathering strength.

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I play back everything that has happened to me before this. I want to ask Big Guy if he is doing this, too. I want him to know what it clearly seems to me: that if it's true your life flashes past your eyes before you die, then it is also the truth that your life rushes forth when you are ready to start to truly be alive?

When you discover something long after others have known it, there is a heady contentment that comes.

No one tells me better stories, he assured me. I was aware of the point at which a compliment becomes a trap, because you are expected to keep doing the thing you are praised for; resentment will follow when you stop.

You know what happens when you feed the birds? They forget to fly south and freeze to death.

I like the cursor blinking, the coffee drinking, the sitting thinking.

Para todo aquel que intente discernir qué hacer con su vida: PRESTA ATENCIÓN A LAS COSAS A LAS QUE PRESTAS ATENCIÓN. No necesitas mucha más información.

The worst kind of brokenness is the kind that you don't know you have.

They don't see what they're doing. The only thing they see are their intentions.

Without stories, we'd have even more trouble recognizing what's real.

That's the first step to learning: admitting what you don't know.

Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei

Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.

If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?

Dementia was like a truth serum.

I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.

A little knowledge withheld is a great advantage one should store for future use.

Auntie Yang is not hard of hearing. She is hard of listening.

I know how it is to live your life like a dream. To listen and watch, to wake up and try to understand what has already happened.

But to pretend that all was right with the world, I first had to know what was wrong.

Karen Lundegaard] was quite frail, debilitated by metastatic breast cancer, which she had long known she had but for which she had been unable to get adequate treatment because she lacked medical insurance. (If you mention anything about me, she said, tell people that.)

I saw my mother in a different light. We all need to do that. You have to be displaced from what's comfortable and routine, and then you get to see things with fresh eyes, with new eyes.

And I think now that fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention. But somehow, when you lose something you love, faith takes over. You have to pay attention to what you lost. You have to undo the expectation.