Quotes About Awareness

Tão sensíveis que nós somos àquilo que se espera de nós.

Oh - one would feel things instead of merely looking at them. I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become too visual - we can neither hear or feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

T]he secret is that the ego is the devil — not the shadow... there is evil beyond the ego — an archetypal evil — but for most people, it's the ego that's really the problem.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether.

And here lies the vast importance of the novel, properly handled. It can inform and lead into new places the flow of our sympathetic consciousness, and it can lead our sympathy away in recoil from things gone dead. Therefore, the novel, properly handled, can reveal the most secret places of life: for it is in the passional secret places of life, above all, that the tide of sensitive awareness needs to ebb and flow, cleansing and freshening.

How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

Thank God I've got a woman! Thank God I've got a woman who is with me, and tender and aware of me. Thank God she's not a bully, nor a fool. Thank God she's a tender, aware woman.

Have I interrupted a conversation?' she asked. 'No, only a complete silence,' said Birkin. 'Oh,' said Ursula, vaguely, absent.

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of. We're only half-conscious, and half-alive. We've for to come alive and aware. Especially the English have got to get into touch with one another, a bit delicate and a bit tender. It's our crying need.

You've got to lapse out before you can know what sensual reality is, lapse into unkowingness, and give up your volition...You've got to learn not-to-be before you can come into being.

Every man who is acutely alive is acutely wrestling his own soul.

Had you noticed them before? he asked. No, never before, she replied. And now you will always see them, he said.

And Clifford the same. All that talk! All that writing! All that wild struggling to push himself forwards! It was just insanity. And it was getting worse, really maniacal. Connie felt washed-out with fear. But at least, Clifford was shifting his grip from her on to Mrs Bolton. He did not know it. Like many insane people, his insanity might be measured by the things he was not aware of, the great desert tracts in his consciousness.

The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

Sabemos hacer cosas pero no sabemos vivir. Es curioso ese rasgo familiar.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact . . . Time went on as the clock does, half-past eight instead of half-past seven.

I want to find you, where you don't know your own existence, the you that your common self denies utterly.

I have travelled, and looked at the world, and loved it. Now I don't want to look at the world anymore, there seems nothing there. In not-looking, and in not-seeing comes a new strength and undeniable new gods share their life with us, when we cease to see.

She was nobody, there was no reality in herself, the reality was all outside of her, and she must apply herself to it.

Time went on. Whatever happened, nothing happened, because she was so beautifully out of contact.

You're spending your life without renewing it.

But so many people... have only got their minds tacked on to their physical corpses.