Quotes About Awareness

The basket of remembrance has three sides; one is open, can it tilt and spill out?

Accepting your reality is only possible when you see the possibilities and options that exist in the relationships that surround you.

I remember you saying how much people knew that they didn't know they knew.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries, And daub their natural faces unaware.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

The face of all the world is changed, I think Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul.

Earth's crammed with Heaven, But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

We arrived on December 3, and here it is nearly January 1 — almost a month. The older one grows the faster time passes. Do you observe that? You catch the wind of the wheels in your face, it seems, as you get nearer the end. I observe it strongly.

The end of the world was supposed to be gradual. There was supposed to be warning. A long, slow slide. What we got was punctuated equilibrium: a stately wobbling, then a sudden tipping point. There was plenty of warning, I suppose. We just weren't paying attention.

Girls in my profession know a little too much about men. The ones who want to know a woman as a person are fewer than you'd hope, and most of those don't even realize it about themselves. They don't care who a woman is, or what she's scared of, or who she wants to become. They think they want a woman, but what they really want is a flattering looking glass wearing lipstick and telling them what they want to hear.

Anyway, one of the first things you learn in space is not to thrash. If you have nothing constructive to do, the most constructive thing you can do is often nothing at all. In a mindful sense, I mean. Thrashing is the thing that gets people killed. Not sitting still.

As any parent can tell you, it's better to keep your mouth shut and your eyes open when you go looking for kids who are being unreasonably quiet. They're probably doing something they don't want you to see, and if they hear you coming, they'll hide the evidence. I

If you have to constantly alter your natural mental state to survive a situation, doesn't it follow that the situation is toxic?

What would it do to your psyche if this were your sky? What would it do to the racial awareness of your species if this were their memory of their dirt-bound cradle, before they stepped out into the great emptiness beyond?

Amazing what people can fail to see when it's a man doing it to a woman, even a respectable-looking woman.

He felt eyes on him. He didn't turn to see if they were Jane's.

I blinked but managed not to glance at her, surprised as always to be reminded she was human.

It's so easy to be catastrophically wrong. And so difficult to admit it to yourself, internalize it, and act upon the knowledge.

Just the sort of stuff that doesn't seem important to deal with right now when you're busy, until you can't get to your skin because you're seal inside an isolation film and it's the only thing you can think about.

His words had the ring of formality, and he knew she understood them for what they were. The sideways twitch of her head told him as much, and the slight smile that touched the corners of her eyes but didn't curve her lips.

Wainwright looks like she knows what she's doing is wrong, and it'll never be right inside her head again.

She had anticipated that the cultural disconnect would be vast, and she was only just coming to understand how vast it might be.

They had not been lied to. The men were gentle; when one leaned, moved, spoke, the other mirrored. She sensed it in the energy between them, their calm failure to react on any visceral level to her smile, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her lips-or to the more youthful charms of her security detail. She knew it as surely as she would have known fear or hunger. Not only were they gentle, they were together.

Two planets of comparable size in an endless falling ballet around each other and their sun made for challenging close orbits, and Perceval was all too aware of the fragility of her old and battered world.