Quotes About Awareness

Women make up half the world; and I thought I had reached the stage where there was nothing in a woman's nakedness to surprise me. But I felt now as if I was experiencing anew, and seeing a woman for the first time.

In a cell like mine you very quickly become aware of your body. You can grow to hate your body. And your body is all you have: this was the curious thought that kept floating up through my rage.

To be a devout Muslim was always to have distinctive things to do; it was to be guided constantly by rules; it was to live in a fever of the faith and always to be aware of the distinctiveness of the faith.

It was unclean to clean; it was unclean even to notice. It was the business of the sweepers to remove excrement, and until the sweepers came, people were content to live in the midst of their own excrement.

With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, is the greatest mystery of all.

Nos alegramos cuando vemos al sol alzarse cada mañana y cuando se pone durante la tarde, sin comprender que con él se van también nuestras vidas.

It didn't matter that he knew there was a serial killer loose in Bradfield. He couldn't afford to be the one to say it first.

So you're a functioning drunk. You don't have to be falling down in the street or pissing yourself or sleeping with unsuitable men or losing whole days at a time to be a drunk.

Once you lose touch, it's easy for it to stay lost.

You've got four organs of perception and observation – two eyes and two ears – and one for interrogation. You usually learn least by using your mouth.

Kevin tried not to look at the tautness of her blouse over her breasts. He'd spent years schooling himself out of sexist responses, but it was hard when women's bodies were so present, so attractive, so tempting.

Lock in on the eyes--not the stomach, or the thighs--and make a vow to yourself to define existence by generating thoughts, feelings, and actions that increase the amount of joy and happiness in your head, your home, and the world.

Only later we learned that by fainting Peter was protecting himself from the awareness of his wish that the mother of his early childhood would die.

Sometimes the very thing you're looking for is the one thing you cannot see.

There is a much that a man should not see, should not know, and if he should see it, it is better for him to die.

I believed a person could consider himself a human being as long as he felt totally prepared to kill himself, to interfere in his own biography. It was this awareness that gave me the will to live. I checked myself — frequently — and felt I had the strength to die, and thus remained alive.

That same sense of direction that animals possess perfectly also awakens in man under the right conditions.

He sensed Death with a depth and clarity of which only small children or great philosophers are capable, philosophers who are themselves almost childlike in the power and simplicity of their thinking.

Así es el tiempo: todo pasa, sólo él permanece. Todo permanece, sólo el tiempo pasa. ¡Qué ligero se va, sin hacer ruido! Ayer mismo todavía confiabas en ti, alegre, rebosante de fuerzas, hijo del tiempo. Y hoy ha llegado un nuevo tiempo, pero tú, tú no te has dado cuenta.

And this man, who during three long decades had not once remembered that the world contains lilac bushes - and pansies, sandy garden paths, little carts with containers of fizzy water - this man gave a deep sigh, convinced now that life had gone on in his absence, that life had continued.

Chi scrive ha il dovere di raccontare una verità tremenda, e chi legge ha il dovere civile di conoscerla, questa verità. Chiunque giri le spalle, chiuda gli occhi o passi oltre offende la memoria dei caduti.

And there had even been room in his head for the rustling of leaves, the light of the moon, millet porridge with milk, the sound of flames in the stove, snatches of tunes, the barking of dogs, the Roman Senate, Soviet Information Bureau bulletins, a hatred of slavery, and a love of melon seeds.

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We are so ignorant of our true condition that we know little more of ourselves than our name and address and how much we have; of our selfishness, our envy, our detraction, our sin, we know absolutely nothing. In fact, in order that we may never know ourselves, we hate silence and solitariness.