Quotes About Awareness

Doesn't it scare you having your death close by all the time? said Lyra. Why ever would it? If he's there, you can keep an eye on him. I'd be a lot more nervous not knowing where he was.

How do you do that? By not being human, he said. That's why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs. We can see in a way humans have forgotten. But you know about this; you can understand the symbol reader.

Seems to me –" Lee said, feeling for the words – "seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

Existem muitas coisas no mundo que ainda não aprendemos a ler.

this is a different kind of knowing.… It's like understanding, I suppose.…

She'd hardly been aware of feeling anxious, but that was because anxiety was everywhere, built into the very molecules of the world, or so it had seemed.

Seems to me –' Lee said, feeling for the words – 'seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed. Or is that wrong, Dr Grumman? I'm only an ignorant aëronaut.

She thought thought that without noticing that she'd thought it, and she soon forgot it, and only remembered it much later.

May I ask a question? Without the books of symbols, how do you read it?" "I just make my mind go clear and then it's sort of like looking down into water. You got to let your eyes find the right level, because that's the only one that's in focus. Something like that," she said.

seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

He stopped what he was doing, and looked at her as if for the first time. His daemon turned her great tawny leopard eyes on her too, and under the concentrated gaze of both of them, Lyra blushed. But she gazed back fiercely.

If you could see him," Serafina went on, "you would see a black bird with red legs and a bright yellow beak, slightly curved. A bird of the mountains." "An Alpine chough… How can you see him?" "With my eyes half-closed, I can see him. If we had time, I could teach you to see him, too, and to see the dæmons of others in your world. It's strange for us to think you can't see them.

If they turned their back on something frightening behind them and tried to get really interested in the stones and how they fitted together, or the leaves on the bush, like if only they could make themselves find that really important, they'd be safe.

Witches and their dæmons felt no cold, but they were aware that other humans did.

What is this Dust? It comes from the sky. Some say it has always been there, some say it is newly falling. What is certain is that when people become aware of it, a great fear comes over them. and they'll stop at nothing to discover what it is. But it is not of any concern to witches.

Yes, the secret commonwealth…You don't hear much talk about that these days. When I was young, there wasn't a single bush, not a single flower nor a stone, that didn't have its own proper spirit. You had to have a mind to your manners around them, to ask for pardon, or for permission, or give thanks….Just to acknowledge that they were there, them spirits, and they had their proper rights to recognition and courtesy.

She watched it calmly, content not to know at first but to know that a meaning was coming, and then it began to clear. She let it dance on until it was certain.

He couldn't possibly have said why. He knew it at once, as strongly as he knew that fire burned and kindness was good.

Il n'y a pas d'ailleurs

There were areas of her life about which she cared passionately and which he was indifferent to or simply unaware of.

in a little adventure that had culminated in her thinking that everything meant something, if only she could read it. The universe had seemed alive then. There were messages to be read everywhere you looked.

The intentions of a tool are what it does. A hammer intends to strike, a vise intends to hold fast, a lever intends to lift. They are what it is made for. But sometimes a tool may have other uses that you don't know. Sometimes in doing what you intend, you also do what the knife intends, without knowing. Can you see the sharpest edge of that knife?

Lyra was bursting to interrupt, because she knew this process. So did Dr Malone, and so did the poet Keats, whoever he was, and all of them knew you couldn't get it by straining towards it.

We're like . . . like dinosaurs bedazzled by all the pretty lights in the sky, too fucking stupid to realise it's a comet getting closer and closer.