Quotes About Awareness

When I surprise myself at the mirror I am not frightened because I think I am ugly or beautiful. It is because I discover I am of a different nature. After not having seen myself for a while I almost forget I am human, I forget my past and I am as free from end and awareness as something merely alive. I am also surprised, eyes open pale at the mirror, that there are so many things in me besides what I know, so many things always silent.

Only then did she see that her life was miserable. She felt like crying when she saw her other side, she who, as I said, had always thought she was happy.

One way of getting is not looking, one way of having is not asking...

I'm blinder than before. I did see, I really did. I was terrified by the raw truth of a world whose greatest horror is that it is so alive that for me to admit that I am as alive as it is - and my most hideous discovery is that I am as alive as it is - I shall have to raise my consciousness of life outside to so high a point that it would amount to a crime against my personal life.

Every thing has an instant in which it is. I want to grab hold of the is of the thing. These instants passing through the air I breathe: in fireworks they explode silently in space.

Com surpresa descobriu que o conhecia profundamente. Apenas superficialmente é que o desconhecia.

At this moment" is a rare thing because only sometimes do I step with both feet on the land of the present; usually one foot slides toward the past, the other slides toward the future. And I end up with nothing.

Quem se recusa à visão de um bicho está com medo de si próprio.

And so I realise that I want for myself the vibrant substratum of the word repeated in a Gregorian chant. I'm aware that everything I know I cannot say, I know only by paining or pronouncing syllables blind of meaning. And if here I have to use words for you, they must create an almost exclusively bodily meaning. I'm battling with the ultimate vibration. To tell you my substratum I make a sentence of words composed only of the now-instants.

What did I know about whatever it was that others obviously saw in me? how would I know if I went around with my stomach pressed into the dust of the ground. Truth has no witness? being isn't knowing? If a person doesn't look and doesn't see, does the truth exist anyway? THe truth that doesn't transmit itself even to those who can see. Is that the secret of being a person?

Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?

I'm going to start my exercise in courage, living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage.

Do not read what I write as a reader would do. Unless this reader works, he too, in the soliloquies of the irrational dark.

For the first time in my life there was a full now. This was the greatest brutality that I had ever come up against.

Entonces se defendía de la muerte viviendo menos, gastando poco de su vida para que no se le acabara.

It isn't for us that cows' milk comes forth, but we drink it. Flowers weren't made for us to look at or for us to smell, and we look at them and smell them. The Milky Way doesn't exist for us to know if its existence, but we know.

Anyone who lives knows even without knowing that he or she knows. So dear reader,you know more than imagine however much you may deny it.

Eu antes era uma mulher que sabia distinguir as coisas quando as via. Mas agora cometi o erro grave de pensar.

E nunca antes eu me havia deixado levar, a menos que soubesse para o quê.

Cuando se comprende a fondo el vivir, uno se pregunta: pero ¿era solo esto? Y la respuesta es: no es solo esto, es exactamente esto.

My expectations closed the world to me.

Estaba viendo claramente el vacío. Y ni entendía aquello que una parte de ella entendía. ¿Qué haría de esa lucidez? Sabía también que aquella claridad suya se podía volver el infierno humano.

I was born a few instants ago and I am dimmed.

Here I am ready for life! Dear sirs, no one's looking at me, no one realises I exist! Yet, dear sirs, I exist, I swear that I exist! Very much, even. Look, all of you, with that triumphant attitude, look: I can vibrate, vibrate like the taunt of a harp. I can suffer with more intensity than any of you, gentleman. I am superior. And do you know why? Because I know I exist!