Quotes About Awareness

He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it.

Herman slipped his hand into mine, and I thought, An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand, and the next thing that happened was we kissed each other, and I found I knew how, and I felt happy and sad in equal parts, because I knew that I was falling in love, but it wasn't with him.

To touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it with your eyes closed so that when something is gone, it can be recognized by the shape of its absence. So that you can continue to possess the lost, because absence is the only constant thing. Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been.

You're lost in your own world, in the things that happen there, and you've locked all the doors. Sometimes I look at you sleeping. I wake up and look at you and I feel closer to you when you're like that, unguarded, than when you're awake. When you're awake you're like someone with her eyes closed, watching a movie on the inside of your eyelids. I can't reach you anymore. Once upon a time I could, but not now, and not for a long time.

He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it. It was like living with an elephant. His room was tiny, and every morning he had to squeeze around the truth just to get to the bathroom. To reach the armoire to get a pair of underpants he had to crawl under the truth, praying it wouldn't choose that moment to sit on his face. At night, when he closed his eyes, he felt it looming above him.

she gave him one of those broad smiles she reserved for strangers, as if she were aware of being able to pass, in their eyes, for an ordinary woman.

All my life I have arrived early only to find myself standing self-consciously on a corner, outside a door, in an empty room, but the closer I get to death the earlier I arrive, the longer I am content to wait, perhaps to give myself the false sensation that there is too much time rather than not enough.

I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)

You hear a sound and it's truth turning in its grave.

Put even a fool in front of the window and you'll get a Spinoza; in the end life makes window watchers of us all

When he read a book he gave himself over entirely to commas and semicolons, to the space after the period and before the capital letter of the next sentence. He discovered the places in a room where silence gathered; the folds of the curtain drapes, the deep bowls of the family silver. When people spoke to him he heard less of what they were saying, and more and more of what they were not.

As the rifles were pointed at his chest he wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard. He had thought the possibilities of human silence were endless. But as the bullets tore from the rifles, his body was riddled with the truth. And a small part of him laughed bitterly because, anyway, how could he have forgotten what he had always known: There's no match for the silence of God.

Jsou chvíle, kdy na vás pÃ…â"¢ijde jakási jasnozÃ…â"¢ivost a vy najednou prohlédnete skrz zdi do jiného rozmÄ›ru, na který jste zapomnÄ›li nebo se rozhodli ho nevnímat, abyste mohli dál žít s nejr?znÄ›jÅ¡ími iluzemi, díky nimž je život, zejména život s druhými, v?bec možný.

I looked at the map of India on the wall. Every 14-year-old should know the exact location of Calcutta. It wouldn't do to go around without the faintest clue of where Calcutta was.

during the first moments of sadness that seemed to slip in through the open window without our noticing, disturbing the rarefied atmosphere that comes with the beginning of love...

But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?

But. I knew. Believe me when I say, I knew it then as I know it now. It pains me to think how I never told you, and also to think of all you could have been.

Sentir en las piernas las vibraciones de su voz, es percibir la realidad en toda su extensión

It was OK to need people; she was learning that. You just had to be careful.

Try to live as though it were morning

the voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls

Only those thoughts which come from walking have any value

One knows a little too much about everybody. And we can even see through some men, and yet we can by no means pass through them.

As long as you still experience the stars as something above you, you lack the eye of knowledge.