Quotes About Awareness

the unconscious doesn't acknowledge the reality

fight cancer. (Research has shown that children who suffer abuse are about 50 percent more likely to get cancer than other children.)

One of the big risks in treating depersonalization—the condition where one loses all sense of identity—is what happens when that person regains a sense of self.

Violence and racism are bad. Whenever they occur they are to be condemned (and) we should not turn a blind eye to them.

As I sit absentmindedly bystanders stop and ask. Can they not see that I am in serenity?

So many people never pause long enough to make up their minds about basic issues of life and death. It's quite possible to go through your whole life, making the mechanical motions of living, adopting as your own sets of ideas you've come to any conclusion for yourself as to what life is all about.

It's today I must be living.

I might have felt unimportant pitted against the awesome might of the mountains. I did not. Rather, on that mountain top I found something important that I had never known before: an awareness of a vital connection between me and the Authority behind all this beauty.

Whatever you notice, you are inviting into your life. Whatever you talk about, you are inviting into your life. Whatever you identify with in your thoughts, words, and actions, you are inviting into your life.

Living simply has resulted in us becoming more aware of the environment and the impact we have on it.

If you want to see a man come to his senses, try something like, Do you happen to carry a rubber in your wallet? Did I mention I'm not on the pill?

She was looking at her life. It was the same array of property and belongings she looked at every day. Except you don't look at your life every day. You don't stand a step or two outside it and say to yourself, This is my life. You just walk through it the way she assumed a fish swims through water, never registering it as water. It's just what is.

And here is the thing about experiences that wake you up, Raymond: You try to get back to sleep, but it's easier said than done. Once you're awake, you're awake. Good luck hitting the snooze button, my friend.

I no longer think I lack judgment about men. I will never again say my instincts are poor, no sir, because how do I keep finding this same guy over and over? I am beginning to think I have a very keen sense of judgment, only it would seem that it is on somebody else's side.

Funny how a thing like that can be so damned important, but you don't know it's important until an instant later in the big scheme of time. Then you go back and try to retrieve it. You tell yourself it's in there somewhere. But it's really in that no-man's-land of the moment before you woke up and started paying attention to your own life.

Since we all know for a fact that we're all going to die, why don't we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

In certain moments I suspect life knows exactly what it's doing.

World is full of people so troubled they don't even understand themselves. You could offer them a thousand dollars to explain their motivations, but they can't tell you what they don't know.

We all have to go from not knowing to knowing. If you have shortcomings, I fully believe it's better to look them in the eye. Pretending otherwise gets you nowhere.

That's the thing about days. No matter what your opinion of days, they always go by.

My daughter was mentally ill," I said. "So I know. It's an illness, just like it says in the phrase. It's not a moral failing. It's funny how people have empathy for a physical illness. They see it as bad luck, and they never question whether you can help it.

I'd been focusing strongly on green since my days in pasture seeing through the eyes of a horse.

There's no beginning, middle and end to that experience. The split second it happens, it's happened. In its entirety. The only time that really elapses is the time it takes you to catch up. To absorb what just happened to you. And nobody ever thinks it's going to unhappen. Do they?

But we waste our precious time. Why? Why do we live like we're not going to die?