Quotes About Awareness

Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.

All truths wait in all things

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.

O I see life is not short but immeasurably long -from Myself and Mine

I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me, In the day among crowds of people sometimes they came upon me, In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they came upon me.

I know perfectly well my own egotism, And know my omnivorous words, and cannot say any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.

is that the President? Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep

whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud

I pursue you where none else has pursued you; Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustomed routine; if these conceal you from others, or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me. —Walt Whitman, from "To You," Leaves of Grass (Simon Schuster, August 1st 2006) Originally published July 4th 1855.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If not other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

I am larger, better than I thought, / I did not know I held so much goodness

Si quieres saber donde esta tu corazón, mira donde va tu mente cuando sueñas despierto.

Do you suspect death? If I were to suspect death I should die now

Vagyok, ahogy vagyok, elég ennyi, Ha senki más nem vesz észre a világon, békén ülök, És ha mindenki észrevesz, akkor is békén ülök.

There is, in sanest hours, a consciousness, a thought that rises, independent, lifted out from all else, calm, like the stars, shining eternal

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, / And accrue what I hear into myself....and let sounds contribute / toward me.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains. (As quoted by Richard Powers in The Echo Maker)

Everything remembered, everything thought, all awareness becomes base, frame, pedestal, lock and key of his ownership. Period, region, craft, previous owners - all, for the true collector, merge in each one of his possessions into a magical encyclopaedia whose quintessence is the fate of his object.

The distracted person, too, can form habits.

The camera introduces us to unconscious optics as does psychoanalysis to unconscious impulses.

Every image of the past that is not recognized by the present as one of its own concerns threatens to disappear irretrievably.