Quotes About Awareness

But there was no hiding from Conscience. Not in new homes and new cars. In travel. In meditation or frantic activity. In children, in good works. On tiptoes or bended knee. In a big career. Or a small cabin. It would find you. The past always did. Which was why... it was vital to be aware of actions in the present. Because the present became the past, and the past grew. And got up, and followed you. And found you... Who wouldn't be afraid of this?

it was vital to be aware of actions in the present. Because the present became the past, and the past grew. And got up, and followed you.

Consequences," said Gamache. "We must always consider the consequences of our actions. Or inaction. It won't necessarily change what we do, but we need to be aware of the effect.

Don't believe everything you think," said Gamache, before releasing the hand and opening the door. "Pema Chödrön. A Buddhist nun.

Hell is the truth seen too late,

Not a spoon clinked against a mug, not a creamer was popped, peeled and opened, not a breath. It was as though something else had joined them then. As though silence had taken a seat.

And while forgetting the past might condemn people to repeat it, remembering it too vividly condemned them to never leave.

Are you enjoying your suffering? You must be, to hold on to it so tightly.

And yet,' Gamache continued in a pleasant voice, 'isn't that what's often taught in meditation? Not the absence of emotion, or swallowing them, but not allowing them to run the show?

Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

Thinking is an action,

Peter's a lucky man except in one respect, he doesn't seem to know how lucky he is.

Olivier looked at him blankly. But the Chief Inspector had seen that look before. It was, in fact, almost impossible to look blank. Unless the person wanted to. A blank face to the Chief Inspector meant a frantic mind.

Dreadful deeds were obvious. The divine was often harder to see.

If you pretend to know you aren't going to actually learn.

In a life filled with great good fortune of health, of creativity, of friends, living in safety and privilege with the loving partner. There was just one bit of misfortune in his life and that was that Peter Morrow seemed to have no idea how very fortunate he was.

It was said with humor, but the criticism wasn't lost on Gamache. He was fishing, and he knew it. So did Sommes. So did Esther. We're all fishermen, she'd said.

Gamache watched the old poet. He knew what was looming behind the Mountain. What crushed all before it. The thing the Hermit most feared. The Mountain most feared. Conscience. ... Which is why, Gamache knew, it was vital to be aware of actions in the present. Because the present became the past, and the past grew. And got up, and followed you. And found you ... Who wouldn't be afraid of this?

When I miss things or let them pass they gather in a heap then rise up and take a life. So, I try not to.

They'd crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn't. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs. And they knew something the rest didn't. They knew how lucky the rest of the world was.

The banality of evil. It wasn't the frothing madman. It was the conscientious us.

Do you know the sums that I do?" "I count my blessings.

Don't believe everything you think. Chief Inspector Gamache wrote that on the board for the incoming cadets at the start of every year at the Sûreté academy, and it stayed there all year.

unbalanced, in that she sees quite clearly what's wrong with the world but can't seem to see what's right.