Quotes About Awareness

Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singing in her veins, or the water of the stream running over stones, she became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wondered for a moment what it was, and then said to herself, with a little surprise at recognising in her own person so famous a thing: is happiness.

ViaÈ›a este ceea ce vezi în ochii oamenilor; viaÈ›a este ceea ce aceÈ™tia înva?? È™i, înv??ând, nu înceteaz? niciodat? s? fie conÈ™tienÈ›i de asta, deÈ™i încearc? s-o ascund? - ce anume?

now that one was mature then, said Peter, one could watch, one could understand, and one did not lose the power of feeling, he said. No, that is true, said Sally. She felt more deeply, more passionately, every year. It increased, he said, alas, perhaps, but one should be glad of it-- it went on increasing in his experience.

But for a moment I had sat on the turf somewhere high above the flow of the sea and the sound of the woods, had seen the house, the garden, and the waves breaking. The old nurse who turns the pages of the picture book had stopped and had said, 'Look. This is the truth.

It's life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering—the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all.

I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded. The

Pois pode haver revelação mais terrível de que se saber no momento presente? O fato de sobrevivermos ao choque só é possível porque o passado nos protege de um lado e o futuro de outro.

He's read nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing, he could hear her saying in that empathic voice which carried so much farther than she knew.

We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds.

She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. Not

Indeed he seemed to her sometimes made differently from other people, born blind, deaf, and dumb, to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things, with an eye like an eagle's. His understanding often astonished her. But did he notice the flowers? No. Did he notice the view? No. Did he even notice his own daughter's beauty, or whether there was pudding on his plate or roast beef? He would sit at table with them like a person in a dream.

The weekly creak and screech of brains rinsed in cold water and wrung dry

Pero, dijo Clarissa, sentada en el autobús que ascendía por Shaftesbury Avenue, ella se sentía en todas partes; no «aquí, aquí, aquí»; y golpeó el respaldo del asiento; sino en todas partes. Clarissa agitó la mano, mientras ascendían por Shaftesbury Avenue. Ella era todo aquello. De manera que, para conocer a Clarissa, o para conocer a cualquiera, uno debía buscar a la gente que lo completaba; incluso los lugares.

Mert vannak pillanatok, amikor az ember sem gondolkozni, sem érezni nem tud. S ha nem érezünk, sem nem gondolkozunk, akkor?...t?nÅ'dött.

How, then, she had asked herself, did one know one thing or another thing about people, sealed as they were? Only like a bee, drawn by some sweetness or sharpness in the air intangible to touch or taste, one haunted the dome-shaped hive, ranged the wastes of the air over the countries of the world alone, and then haunted the hives with their murmurs and their stirrings; the hives which were people.

one must pay back from this secret deposit of exquisite moments, she thought

I knew my cases and my genders; I could know everything in the world if I wished.

Por debaixo é tudo escuro, é tudo dispersão, é insondavelmente profundo; mas, de quando em quando, subimos à superfície e é através disso que somos vistos" (Ao Farol, Virgínia Woolf)

Poiché vi sono momenti nei quali non si può pensare né sentire. E se non si può né pensare né sentire, allora e che punto si è?

She stood there: she listened. She heard the names of the stars.

But how describe the world seen without a self?

She knew nothing; no language, no history; she scarcely read a book now, except memoirs in bed; and yet to her it was absolutely absorbing; all this; the cabs passing; and she would not say of Peter, she would not say of herself, I am this, I am that.

Affondava come una lama nelle cose; e al tempo stesso ne rimaneva fuori, osservava. Aveva l'impressione costante, anche ora guardando i taxi, di essere lontana, lontanissima, in mare aperto, e sola. Sempre aveva l'impressione che vivere, anche un solo giorno, fosse molto, molto pericoloso