Quotes About Awareness

That's your shadow, my mom told me once. You need it more than you think.

Then I thought maybe she did know but didn't want to look at it. Maybe she did know but there's all kinds of lies you tell yourself when you want to.

We are never deceived," she says, her voice deep and ringing. "We deceive ourselves.

I was seventeen and there were so many things I didn't know yet, but I knew about hiding.

To be capable of shutting the world out, even death itself, and surrendering to the body, trusting in its powers, its secrets. No feeling but this. No feeling

how often do you realize something's a choice when you make it?

You can't let your guard down. If you can control yourself, you can control everyone else.

When you have nothing inside you, you feel everything more, and feel you can control all of it.

The material world is simply an expression of the mind; that's what so many fail to see. We're so dependent on what is before us that we discount our intuition. Yet if one dismisses instinct, how can one understand or believe in a world that exists beyond one's sight?

People see what they want to see. They're busy trying to figure out who Bandersnitch is, but what they don't expect is someone who looks like me, so no one sees me, even when I'm right in front of them. I'm hiding in plain sight. I stay in the background mostly. It's a damnable thing, but it works. You were surprised at who I was, remember. I wasn't as you imagined me.

I morti verze i oci ai vivi. The dead open the eyes of the living.

There are few times when we know with absolute certainty we are going to do something for the last time. Life has a way of moving in circles, bringing us back to places we didn't expect and taking us away from those we do. There are too many times we don't pay close enough attention, and moments are lost in our assumption we'll have another chance.

Will cries out, low, a murmur of blue and green and gold. The syllables of my name float between us. I've never seen my name that way, in those colors, not from any other voice.

So many of the blemished didn't know what to do with silence. Sunny'd learned that well enough at the coffee shop, where people insisted on talking, talking. To be "social," they said, but she thought it was because they didn't really know what to do with themselves if they had to listen to what was in their heads instead of what came out from their mouths.

Observation is a great joy." To write one's observations, record such wonderings, the greatest joy of all.

She wanted to leave her noisy questing "self" behind in that pool—not by tumbling in, like Narcissus, but by rising up. The answer came to her: "I saw there was no self; that selfishness was all folly . . . that I had only to live in the idea of the ALL, and all was mine.

I don't know anything about anything. The only difference between then and now is this: I may know more than I used to but my wisdom pales in comparison to that which I have yet to learn

What are your thoughts?' 'My thoughts?' I replied, before I even realized what I was saying. 'My thoughts created my world.' Mac sat up in his seat. He scrunched his curls with his hands, perplexed. 'Who said that?' I told him the truth. 'Oh, just someone I used to know,' I said, stroking the naked skin on my middle finger.

I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity

Why is it that the most fundamental life lesson—LIVE!—is the only one I continually forget to put into practice?

I didn't know anything about anything. And the only difference between then and now is this: I may know more than I used to, but my wisdom pales in comparison to that which I've yet to learn.

That's when I realized I had gotten too attached to the TV.

Right now I feel guilty to be alive. Why? Because I'm wasting it. I've been given this life and all I do is mope it away. What's worse is, I am totally aware of how ridiculous I am. It would be a lot easier if I believed I was the center of the universe, because then I wouldn't know any better not to make a big deal out of everything. I know how small my problems are, yet that doesn't stop me from obsessing about them. I have to stop doing this.

I know she's young, but she's old enough to know that such blatant bumpwatching is just about the rudest thing you can do to someone in my concave condition.