Quotes About Awareness

We have learned not to be afraid of the dark but we've forgotten that darkness means death.

Why try to describe it? It's enough to say that everything in our field of vision seems to exist in order to gather the light of this event.

People sense things that are invisible. But when something's staring you right in the face, that's when you miss it completely.

At first they said skin irritation and sweaty palms. But now they say nausea, vomiting, shortness of breath." "This is human nausea we're talking about. Not rats." "Not rats," he said. I gave him the binoculars. "Well it won't come this way." "How do you know?" he said. "I just know. It's perfectly calm and still today. And when there's a wind at this time of year, it blows that way, not this way.

Their true lives lie below, even now beginning to reassemble themselves, calling this very flesh out of the air, in mail waiting to be opened, in telephones ringing and paper work on office desks, in the chance utterance of a name.

No weakening of the spirit. No sense of the irony of human existence, that we are the highest form of life on earth and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

Me doy cuenta ahora de que el primer día apenas llegué a mirar. Creía estar mirando, pero solo estaba percibiendo un mero barrunto de lo que hay en estos cuadros. Ahora es cuando estoy empezando a mirar.

There is a piece of Chinese wisdom," she said. "To know and not to act is not to know.

They're not calling it the feathery plume anymore," he said, not meeting my eyes, as if to spare himself the pain of my embarrassment. "I already knew that." "They're calling it the black billowing cloud." "Good." "Why is that good?" "It means they're looking the thing more or less squarely in the eye. They're on top of the situation.

This is all happening in the future. This future, this instant. If you can't absorb this idea, best go home now." I

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.

No one knows the day or the hour.

Every day on the news there's another toxic spill. Cancerous solvents from storage tanks, arsenic from smokestacks, radioactive water from power plants. How serious can it be if it happens all the time? Isn't the definition of a serious event based on the fact that it's not an everyday occurrence?

How can people live their whole lives without knowing the names of their own parts of the body?

Are you people telling me," Babette said, "that a rat is not only a vermin and a rodent but a mammal too?

She ran water from the tap and seemed to notice it. It was the first time she'd ever noticed this.

She took the kettle back to the stove because this is how you live a life even if you don't know it...

She took a bite of cereal and forgot to taste it. She lost the taste somewhere between the time she put the food in her mouth and the regretful second she swallowed it.

She looked past the bowl into a space inside her head that was also here in front of her.

To know and not to act is not to know

Abbiamo bisogno di sapere cose che gli altri non sanno. È quello che nessuno sa di te che ti permette di conoscerti.

Quanti inizi ci vogliono prima che si comincino a vedere le menzogne del proprio entusiasmo?

It was an evil thing to consider, allying myself with the barest parts of mass awareness, land policed by the king's linguists, by technicians in death-system control, corporate disease consultants, profiteers of the fetus industry.

I want to keep our intentions small and human despite the enormous work we've done and the huge work we have ahead of us and I'm sitting here with a propped foot and talking endlessly about my work when I'm completely aware of Matisse and what he said, that painters must begin by cutting out their tongues.