Quotes About Awareness

The future belongs to the one most fully alive in the present.

Research shows that the number of years of education a person has is a more important factor in determining risk of heart disease than all the other risk factors combined.23 While educated people are more likely to read and understand written health warnings, they also tend to be more aware of what is going on around them and how social forces act to affect their life.

It's like heaven was not a place you go but a process you fall back into that makes you remember that you have always been connected with everything and everyone. Now, sometimes I feel like I can still sense my heart, wherever it is. I think it's because the energy that was my heart is still in me and connected with the stuff that is my heart in another body.

People who are too sensitive go crazy, remember that

I was determined to think about nothing, which never works, because a blank mind is an invitation to truth.

Catey, you were so on it," said Sophie. "You just stood there and you looked around and you saw this convertible. You pointed at it and you said, 'The Lord provides.'

It always amazes me how people in Europe and the United States can be so indifferent to the speeches of their chancellor or president, for these worlds from the top can be a wind sock for what might happen next.

You know you've got my support, Reid told him. Whatever difficult decisions you need to make. All I would ask is that you be alert to... For a moment he seemed at a loss. To what? Louis said impatiently. Reid picked up a votive candle from the dresser top and observed its flickering light. The shimmer of things, he said. The spirit and not the letter.

I had that sensation which sometimes comes to us all, of returning to a situation that had already been resolved on some previous occasion, of being again committed to a tragic course of action, having learned nothing from that other time or those other times

If there are things you don't know, you call the gap in your knowledge a mystery and fill it in with a wholly emotional answer.

Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.

Sometimes the best catalyst for local responsibility is actually taking pilgrimages to other local places.

WHAT YOU ARE DOING ALREADY. WE WILL SHARE MUCH MORE KNOWLEDGE WITH YOU IN THE FUTURE. ALTHOUGH YOU UNDERSTAND A LOT, WE WILL SHOW YOU MUCH MORE. CONTINUE TO WORK WITH PEOPLE THAT COME TO YOU. WE ARE AWARE OF THE SMALL GROUPS THAT ARE FORMING AROUND THE WORLD AND WE HAVE ADVICE. YOU WILL RECEIVE MORE KNOWLEDGE IN THE NEAR FUTURE.

The other half are blissfully unaware that the reality is stranger than science fiction, and that they have been consistently misinformed and lied to by a government that has engineered one of the most successful cover-ups in history.

Travel is a state of mind. It has nothing to do with existence or the exotic. It is almost always an inner experience.

luxury is the enemy of observation, a costly indulgence that induces such a good feeling that you notice nothing. Luxury spoils and infantilizes you and prevents you from knowing the world. That is its purpose...

And then there are the laziest and most presumptuous of people, those who can read but who don't bother, who live in the smuggest ignorance and seem to me dangerous.

Someone who seems doddery is perhaps not doddery at all but only an older person absorbed in squinting concentration, as though on an ultimate trip, memorizing a scene, grateful for being alive to see it.

We brought the Caravan to the United States two years ago, to inform the people, and many listened and shared our concern. They were very sympathetic.

We tolerate difference only when we don't have to look at it or listen to it, as long as it doesn't impact our lives.

Strollers see more, and are more polite, than drivers.

It is often the case that only when someone asks you very specific questions do you begin to think clearly about your intentions.

what made this sense emphatic was that all this time, as the policeman was screaming, local people—slum dwellers, barefoot children, women with bundles—were passing by, glancing at me, and moving on. They knew what was happening

It was Muriel Spark, in her novel Memento Mori: "If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice which so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.