Quotes About Awareness

I know that the actions of body, speech and mind are my only true belongings. I know I cannot escape the consequences of my actions of body, speech and mind.

We see so much sadness if we care to look.

Parasta päättämisessä on että päättää antaa olla. Jos on mahdotonta ymmärtää, on lopetettava ymmärtäminen ja vain kuvattava. Ja koska mitään asiaa ei voi käsittää, on vain tehtävä asioista selko.

We may know for decades that someone close to us is a ridiculous person, but it's only after a lapse of decades that we suddenly see it.

I'm waiting for the end now, you know! Just as you're waiting for your end. Just as everyone's waiting for their end. Only they don't realize they're waiting and waiting for what I've always been waiting for, namely the end!

All schools are bad and the one we attend is always the worst if it doesn't open our eyes. What

Bir insana ne kadar uzunca bir süre bakarsak o kadar sakatlanm?? olduÄŸunu kavrayamayaca??m?z kadar sakatlanm??t?r, iÅŸin asl? budur. Dünya sakatlarla doludur. SokaÄŸa ç?kar?z ve yaln?z sakatlar? görürüz.

When we think, we know nothing, everything is open, nothing, so Roithamer.

Los seres humanos que mueren sin haber conocido su enfermedad, sus enfermedades mortales...

We must, however, reflect on what is happening. It is an urgent matter, especially for those of us who still live in a meaningful, even a numinous, earth community. We have not spoken. Nor even have we seen clearly what is happening. The issue goes far beyond economics, or commerce, or poetics, or an evening of pleasantries as we look out over a scenic view. Something is happening beyond all this. We are losing splendind and intimate modes of divine presence. We are, perhaps, losing ourselves.

The divine communicates to us primarily through the language of the natural world. Not to hear the natural world is not to hear the divine.

O how unconcernedly do many look on the miseries of others, how far are they from taking a lesson to themselves therefrom!

My child, Because you think you are the body, For a long time you have been bound. Know you are pure awareness. With this knowledge as your sword Cut through your chains. And be happy! For you are already free, Without action or flaw, Luminous and bright.

Thomas C. Foster

corollaries—where have I seen his face, don't I know that

The real reason for a quest is always self-knowledge.

I stay in line if everybody is standing politely in line, but if people begin to surge toward the ticket window I am alert to be—though never among the first—not among the last.

time can be slowed if you live deliberately. If you stop and watch sunsets. If you spend time sitting on porches listening to the woods. If you give in to the reality of the seasons.

And this is his gift, the gift of listening and it reminds Margot of how plenty of people know how to talk but precious few are good at listening.

Since it is in the nature of consciousness to be reflective, we can never fully inhabit any conscious state that we are in, so that our 'restlessness' lies in the very nature of our being.

People are often unaware of their own unawareness

Perhaps the most general and most important mental habit to instill is an appreciation of the folly of trying to draw conclusions from incomplete and unrepresentative evidence. An essential corollary of this appreciation should be an awareness of how often our everyday experience presents us with biased samples of information.

She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year. Her own birthday, and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought, one afternoon, that there was another date, of greater importance than all those; that of her own death; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.