Quotes About Awareness

Lo que sucede con los deseos del corazón es que tu corazón ni siquiera sabe lo que desea hasta que lo tiene enfrente.

Love-is this something we can learn to do again, and if so, when will that time arrive, even on a bad day? When do you know when something is becoming something that changes you?

He had seen himself naked and so had quite a few other people, although some of them do not remember.

There is no cure for illusion. There is only the opportunity for discovery.

But illusions die hard, and the brighter they are the longer they take adying.

When in our schools the study of current events (that is, of what is reported in the newspapers) displaces the facts of history, it is inevitable that the standard of knowledge propagated by newspapers and magazines and television networks themselves (that is, whether one is up on what is reported in the newspapers, magazines, and television) overshadows all others. When to be informed is to knowledgeable about pseudo-events, the line between knowledge and ignorance is blurred as never before.

Caring less about things that used to matter because no one else seems to care. And that's the moment you start to see all those precious differences slip away." "So

Nothing in life is as important as you think it is, while you are thinking about it

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

we can be blind to the obvious, and we are also blind to our blindness.

You are more likely to learn something by finding surprises in your own behavior than by hearing surprising facts about people in general.

Nothing in life is as important as you think it is when you are thinking about it.

The premise of this book is that it is easier to recognize other people's mistakes than our own.

Because I want to see. I've got to know what's going to happen while I'm still enough in control to be able to do something about it.

I may not have all the time I thought I had...

Downhill. Thoughts of suicide to stop it all now while I am still in control and aware of the world around me. But then I think of Charlie waiting at the window. His life is not mine to throw away. I've just burrowed it for a while, and now I'm being asked to return it.

I am just as far away from Alice with an I.Q. of 185 as I was when I had an I.Q. of 70. And this time we both know it.

Slowly, as waves recede, my expanding spirit shrinks back into earthly dimensions -- not voluntarily, because I would prefer to lose myself, but I am pulled from below, back to myself, into myself, so that for just one moment I am on the couch again, fitting the fingers of my awareness into the glove of my flesh. And I know I can move this finger or wink that eye -- if I want to. But I don't want to move. I will not move!

Only a short time ago, I learned that people laughed at me. Now I can see that unknowingly I joined them in laughing at myself. That hurts most of all.

A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything - all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it.

Each day I learn more and more about myself, and the memories that began as ripples now wash over me in high-breaking waves . . .

It's a strange sensation to pick up a book you read and enjoyed just a few months ago and discover you don't remember it.

It is impossible to tell what proportion is memory and what exists here and now--so that a strange compound is formed of memory and reality; past and present; response to stimuli stored in my brain centers, an response to stimuli in this room. It's as if all the things I've learned have fused into a crystal universe spinning before me so that I can see all the facets of it reflected in gorgeous bursts of light...

Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed.