Quotes About Awareness

Knowledge is good. It does not have to look good or sound good or even do good. It is good just by being knowledge. And the only thing that makes it knowledge is that it is true. You can't have too much of it and there is no little too little to be worth.

Világéletedben olyan közel éltél az igazsághoz, hogy tartósan elhomályosította a látótered, és ha valami történetesen fókuszba pöcköli, már a groteszkség csapdájába esik.

We live amidst absurdity, so close to it that it escapes our notice.

Mosquitoes remind us that we are not as high up on the food chain as we think.

Si dejaba de mirarla no sólo ella quedaría fuera del orden de las cosas, sino también lo que estaba alrededor y a lo mejor él mismo.

Ma koliko bili stari, uvek o?ekujemo neki obrt, jer smo daleko od zdravog razuma. Svi ti odlu?uju?i obrti desili su se pre više decenija, samo ih tada nismo opazilikao takve, kao odlu?uju?e obrte.

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)

No matter how hard we try to ignore it, the mind always knows truth and wants clarity.

Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

No gasp at a miracle that is truly miraculous because the magic lies in the fact that you knew it was there for you all along.

So this is what insanity is. Not goofy behavior, but watching a sudden change in the world you used to know.

Every Saturday morning, first thing before breakfast, his parents held conferences with their children requiring them to answer two questions put to each of them: 1. What have you learned that is true (and how do you know)? 2. What problem do you have?

I don't believe any real artists have ever been non-political. They may have been insensitive to this particular plight or insensitive to that, but they were political, because that's what an artist is?a politician.

Difficult to "move on" from any site of suffering if that suffering goes unacknowledged and undescribed.

These and other inanimate things she saw and experienced. They were real to her. She knew them. They were the codes and touchstones of the world, capable of translation and possession. She owned the crack that made her stumble; she owned the clumps of dandelions whose white heads, last fall, she had blown away; whose yellow heads, this fall, she peered into. And owning them made her part of the world, and the world a part of her.

Like many of us left here, I thought I knew you. Now I discover that, in your company, it is myself I know. That is the astonishing gift of your art and your friendship: you gave us ourselves to think about, to cherish.

What she called the nastiness of life was the shock she received upon learning that nobody stopped playing checkers just because the pieces included her children.

Don't let your mouth start nothing your ass can't stand.

Not know it was hard;knowing it was harder

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to paint, photograph or even remember it. It is enough.

1. What have you learned that is true (and how do you know)? 2. What problem do you have?

And when she stepped foot on free ground she could not believe that Halle knew what she didn't; that Halle, who had never drawn one free breath, knew that there was nothing like it in this world. It scared her.

some advice about how to keep on with a brain greedy for news nobody could live with in a world happy to provide it.