Quotes About Awareness

A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.

But unless things are seen with fresh eyes, nothing's worth writing down.

In my new robe/This morning-/Someone else

In the cicada's cry There's no sign that can foretell How soon it must die.

Year's end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

Sparrow, spare the horsefly dallying in flowers.

Still alive I am At the end of a long dream On my journey, Fall of an autumn day.

The master said, 'Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo stalk from a bamboo stalk.' What he meant was that the poet should detach his mind from self… and enter into the object, sharing its delicate life and its feelings. Whereupon a poem forms itself. Description of the object is not enough: unless a poem contains feelings which have come from the object, the object and the poet's self will be separate things.

Not knowing The name of the tree, I stood in the flood Of its sweet smell.

I don't know which tree it comes from, that fragrance.

Every turn of the road brought me new thoughts and every sunrise gave me fresh emotions.

by the time you open your eyes, the world might have already changed.

If all knowledge is self knowledge, you don't know shit.

There's a point at 7,000 RPM... where everything fades. The machine becomes weightless. Just disappears. And all that's left is a body moving through space and time. 7,000 RPM. That's where you meet it. You feel it coming. It creeps up on you, close in your ear. Asks you a question. The only question that matters. Who are you?

My chest got this weird feeling, like when you stare into the eyes of a little baby and the baby looks back up at you and you can feel how pure and innocent it is, so much that it makes your stomach feel empty - probably 'cause you realize you used to be pure like that, too, and now you're not.

Some people watch the world with their ears.

He wondered how his nana always found beautiful where he never even thought to look.

But not just alive like I was yesterday and the day before. Alive like I knew I was alive. Like I could feel the breaths coming into my chest. And I knew I was the person inside my own body.

Unfortunately, her mother and her tutors were more focused on what Diana referred to as the Dire Warnings: War. Torture. Genocide. Pollution. Bad Grammar.

But maybe that's what getting older is all about, right, Clark? You start to realize just how much of the world is unfair. And how few people care. It's not about justice, right? It's about power. And the people where I live…we don't have any. Not yet.

You would be amazed what the ordinary guy knows.

Ultrarealists have something many of us don't—an extraordinary readiness to face reality—and if you want to fulfill your own potential, you want that too.

This isn't how I would have chosen my life to turn out at all, but maybe this is my way of fulfilling my life's purpose and trying to raise awareness for these rare diseases that really do actually need it.

There's a difference between nutrition knowledge and food knowledge.