Quotes About Awareness

For who has not wondered whether everything in this world might be alive? Though it be made of stone or wood or metal, there might be life in it, or opinion or, worst of all, resentment. The hewn boards of any boardwalk, did they recall the bite of the saw? Does memory linger in them? Perhaps the forge's fire still dreams in each nail. A building might be made entirely of injured and brooding things.

His breath was the only sound, and in that darkness it seemed too loud. Was he the only one breathing? He stood and listened hard. For days he had felt as if something was pacing along just behind him, some shy creature following his scent.

You will not be able to stay home, brother.You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out.You will not be able to lose yourself on scagand skip out for beer during commercial breaks.The revolution will not be televised.

You will not be able to stay home, brother./You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out./You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,/Skip out for beer during commercials,/Because the revolution will not be televised.

You never cared enough to be Black

The revolution will not be televised

The first revolution is when you change your mind about how you look at things, and see there might be another way to look at it that you have not been shown.

Before you can change the world, you must understand that you yourself are part of it. You can not stand outside, looking in.

I'm a jokester, so when I was joking on Twitter, it kinda rubbed people the wrong way. And I was like, I didn't make these up. I'm just letting you know they're there.

If you do not understand a man you cannot crush him. And if you do understand him, very probably you will not.

Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long and the age of the great epics is past.

The aim of life is appreciation; there is no sense in not appreciating things; and there is no sense in having more of them if you have less appreciation of them.

There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

toward the counter. She had been aware

I discover that there are other minds in understanding what other people say and do.

When a boy begins to notice that he is fonder of arithmetic, or less homesick, than are most of his acquaintances he is beginning to be self-conscious, in this enlarged sense.

Moreover both this constant awareness (generally called 'consciousness'), and this non-sensuous inner perception (generally called 'introspection') have been supposed to be exempt from error.

If I think, hope, remember, will, regret, hear a noise, or feel a pain, I must, ipso facto, know that I do so.

It is naturally difficult, if one denies the existence of the second theatre, to elucidate what is meant by describing the episodes which are supposed to take place in it as self-intimating. But some points are clear enough. It is not supposed that when I am wondering, say, what is the answer to a puzzle and am ipso facto consciously doing so, that I am synchronously performing two acts of attention, one to the puzzle and the other to my wondering about it.

Nor could it be maintained that the agent himself can know that any overt action of his own is the effect of a given volition.

The careful driver is not actually imagining or planning for all of the countless contingencies that might crop up; nor is he merely competent to recognise and cope with any one of them, if it should arise. He has not foreseen the runaway donkey, yet he is not unprepared for it.

What we put into every moment is all we have.

They thought it was an enemy but it was only their own reflection.

I've come to this conclusion, on the rustling of the dried leaf skirts. It's like a form of vagueness that lets you imagine things, only you hear it.