Quotes About Awareness

He is arguably the most well-informed man in the world, yet he rarely reads newspapers.

The resounding echo of the mortal coil, echoes in the ears of those who are unprepared for it. To some, it sounds like a symphony - to others, a death toll.

I began even as a boy to realize how wide the world can be for a man of free intelligence.

It is that white privilege that has implications for my Black body. You see, to be Black in America is to be always already known. And white people assume that they know everything about me.

personal safety. The solution lies in your mind. Your ability to detect danger, your reaction when you spot potential danger, and your reaction when an attack finally happens. These aspects of personal security can only be learned through self-defense training.

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

There is no mask that temptation cannot wear.

God ordains that beggars should beg for greatness, as for all else, when greatness shines out of them, and they don't know it.

My parish is bored stiff; no other word for it.  Like so many others! We can see them being eaten up by boredom, and we can't do anything about it.  Someday perhaps we shall catch it ourselves—become aware of the cancerous growth within us.  You can keep going a long time with that in you.

Well, as I was saying, the world is eaten up by boredom. To perceive this needs a little preliminary thought: you can't see it all at once. It is like dust. You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it. It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth. But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands. To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be forever on the go. And so, people are always "on the go.

It is like dust.  You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it.  It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth.  But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands.  To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be forever on the go.  And so people are always 'on the go'.

No se puede decir más que con espanto el número de hombres que nacen, viven y mueren sin haber usado ni una sola vez su alma

Reality can only be illuminated by a ray of poetry. Everything is sleep around us.

Every grown-up man consists wholly of habits, although he is often unaware of it and even denies having any habits at all.

Question your tea spoons.

What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we walk, we go downstairs, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed on order to sleep. How? Where? When? Why? Describe your street. Describe another. Compare.

Kay?ts?zl?k dili geçersiz k?l?yor,iÅŸaretleri anla??lmaz hale getiriyor.Sab?rl?s?n ama beklemiyorsun, özgürsün ama seçmiyorsun,müsaitsin ama hiçbir ÅŸey seni harekete geçirmiyor. Hiçbir ÅŸey istemiyor,hiçbir ÅŸey talep etmiyor, hiçbir ÅŸeyi dayatm?yorsun.Hiç dinlemeden duyuyor,hiç bakmadan görüyorsun.

If I try to define my state as accurately as possible, I'd say that I possessed a warped lucidity. Reality existed around me, and I was in contact with it. I was aware of my actions.

There is something in this Lametrie, a nice slip of our anthropocentrism. Why should Man be at the hub of all analogies? How would plants describe us, I wonder, what classification would they impose upon us? 'Described by a Plant' sounds like a good title to be used later. I feel we're being watched: by rubber plants, sparrow-grass, bonsai, small date palms, Chinese roses, geraniums and lemon trees. They keep an eye on us.

Sometimes we're so intent on getting exactly what we ask for that we miss the fact our prayers have been answered in another way.

I find that I have painted my life—things happening in my life—without knowing.

Nobody sees a flower really it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.