Quotes About Awareness

the revelation that the dream was teaching the dreamers how to live.

Only the dying man can tell how much time he has left.

Because the reality of death has not yet penetrated awareness, survivors can appear to be quite accepting of the loss.

if someone "chose" you, what does that tell you? Doesn't it tell you that you were available to be "chosen"? Doesn't it tell you, in the end, that there are only two people in the world? The one who "chose" you? And the other who didn't?

In theory these mementos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here is something else I could never afford to see.

Make a place available to the eyes, and in certain ways it is no longer available to the imagination.

We all remember what we need to remember.

It is a good idea, then, to keep in touch, and I suppose that keeping in touch is what notebooks are all about.

There could be no snake in Quntana Roo's garden. Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll.

So the point of my keeping a notebook has never been, nor is it now, to have an accurate factual record of what I have been doing or thinking. That would be a different impulse entirely, an instinct for reality which I sometimes envy but do not possess.

Emergency, I continue to believe, is what happens to someone else. I say that I continue to believe this even as I know that I do not.

I think I have never known anyone who led quite unexamined a life.

I can no longer tell you whether Milton put the sun or the earth at the center of his universe in Paradise Lost, the central question of at least one century and a topic about which I wrote ten thousand words that summer, but I can still recall the exact rancidity of the butter in the City of San Francisco's dining car, and the way the tinted windows on the Greyhound bus cast the oil refineries around Carquinez Strait into a grayed and obscurely sinister light.

In fact I did not need to look, nor could I avoid them by not looking: I knew them by heart.

I myself have always found that if I examine something, it's less scary. I grew up in the West, and we always had this theory that if you saw - if you kept the snake in you eye line, the snake wasn't going to bite you. And that's kind of way I feel about confronting pain. I want to know where it is.

Remember what it was to be me: that is always the point.

As I recall this I realize how open we are to the persistent message that we can avert death. And to its punitive correlative, the message that if death catches us we have only ourselves to blame. Only

I superstiti si voltano indietro e scorgono presagi, messaggi di cui non si sono accorti.

Most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deception remains the most difficult deception.

Somewhere between the Yolo Causeway and Vallejo it occurred to me that during the course of any given week I met too many people who spoke favorably about bombing power stations.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means…. What is going on in these pictures in my mind?

I have neither heard nor read that a Santa Ana is due, but I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. The baby frets. The maid sulks. I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company, then cut my losses and lie down, given over to whatever is in the air.

try to live in the now and keep my eye on the hummingbird. I see no one I used to know, but then I'm not just crazy about a lot of people. I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

It is hard to remember what we came to remember.