Quotes About Awareness

I asked myself, What is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person? And then I saw the curtains blowing wildly, and outside rain was falling harder, causing everyone to scurry and shout. I smiled. And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wing. I couldn't see the wind itself, but I could see it carried the water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside. It caused men to yelp and dance.

Americans don't really look at one another when talking. They talk to their reflections. They look at others or themselves only when they think nobody is watching. So they never see how they really look. They see themselves smiling without their mouth open, or turned to the side where they cannot see their faults.

I remember the day when I finally knew a genuine thought and could follow where it went.

I realized then that we miss so much of life while we are part of it. We fail to see ninety percent of the glories of nature, for to do so would require vision that is simultaneously telescopic and microscopic.

Sólo recuerdas lo que quieres recordar. Sólo sabes lo que tu corazón te permite saber.

Nadie, ni yo ni nadie, puede andar este camino por ti. Habrás de recorrerlo tú solo. No está lejos; lo tienes a tu alcance. Tal vez estás en él desde que naciste, sin saberlo. Tal vez está en todas partes: en el mar y en la tierra.

I now lived in an invisible place made of my own dwindling breath, and because no one else could see it, they could not yank me out of it.

Real people don't learn how to be unselfish. . But maybe they can be more self-aware for a second that they are. Or perhaps they are patheticly more unaware. How do you cure somebody of selfishness? Send them to Mother Teresa school? There's something deep-seated about selfishness.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

We don't see people as they are. We see people as we are.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living.

And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around the substance of the self, the core. I feel only space. Illimitable space.

We see things not as they are, but as we are. Because it is the 'I' behind the 'eye' that does the seeing.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky

If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

I am caught. And he? What does he feel? I am invaded, I lose everything, my mind vacillates, I am only aware of sensation.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with, we cease to see.

human beings place upon an object, or a person, this responsibility of being the obstacle when the obstacle lies always within one's self.

Lillian was reminded of the Talmudic words: We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh

What can you give when there is no self, when you have no sensitivity, no receptivity, no warmth, nothing to contact others with?

We don't see things how they are, we see things the way we are.

I have forgotten my mask and my face was in it. Man