Quotes About Awareness

Men and women who live all their lives in centrally heated homes and offices, and go in the car to post a letter and collect the children from school, and have labour-saving devices for every conceivable purpose (including electric tooth-brushes and carving-knives)—such people have become so sensually unaware and so unresponsive to physical challenges that they are only half-alive.

Please go out and find a stone that appeals to you on some level. It can be beautiful or ugly. It shouldn't be a pebble, nor should it be a boulder. Find a stone with some weight to it. It should be small enough to carry in the palm of your hand and large enough that you won't lose it. Note in your journal exactly where you found the stone and what it was about the stone that appealed to you. Welcome. You have begun to walk the Fourfold Path.

There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river. We need to go upstream and find out why they're falling in.

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

The moment feels laden with mystery and tension, as if for one second the world has agreed to pay attention to time itself.

It's always better to know. It is. That's the great thing about being a detective. Information makes you stronger. And if it's bad news, it makes you even stronger.

It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.

I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed that before to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing.

He blinked , and his eyes moved at last from her face, slowly taking in her appearance, and- with what seemed to her a new and horrified awareness- her height. My God, he croaked. You're huge.

If ye have to ask yourself if you're in love, laddie—then ye aren't

Help us, O Lord, to remember how often men do wrong through want of thought, rather than from lack of love; and how cunning are the snares that trip our feet.

If ye can stand up, you're not drunk.

if ye bed wi' a vixen, ye must expect to get bit.

You know these things. — And yet, somehow, you never think it will be today.

Feelings aren't truth

I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say—and what they don't.

We dangled our feet in the water, moving from shade to sun and back to shade as we grew too warm, talking of this and that and not much of anything, both aware of each other's smallest movement, both content to wait until chance should bring us to that moment when a glance should linger, and a touch should signal more.

Jamie stood quite still, feeling his heart beat, watching. It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no telling what made these moments different from any other, though he knew them when they came.

She can hear it," Jem said, smiling into his sister's face. "How do you know?" Claire asked, curious. Jem looked up at her, surprised. "She says so.

All the sounds of the house, from the creak of the back stair under an early-rising maid's foot, to the drumming rain on the roofslates, were sounds he had heard a thousand times before; heard so often, he didn't hear them anymore. I did.

ran a hand softly down my back. "Mmm. Oh, nothing, really. Just, when I saw that chap outside, it occurred to me he might be"—he hesitated, tightening his hold

It's always better if they see. Then they don't imagine things. So I didn't imagine, I remembered.

It wasn't that Friends thought that the Lord spoke only to them; it was only that they weren't sure other folk listened very often.

Oh God. It isn't Wednesday, is it, Hardy?" he pleaded, ascending the steps toward the footman, who smiled at sight of him, bowing as he opened the door. Yes, my lord. Has been all day, I'm afraid