Quotes About Awareness

apologetics is pre-evangelism in that it addresses those who do not realize they are in a bad situation, and therefore do not see the gospel as the good news that it is.

The philosopher Marar writes, "As our hearts can't stop pumping blood, so our minds can't stop pumping illusions.

Mastering our emotions has nothing to do with asceticism or repression, for the purpose is not to break the emotions or deny them but to "break in" the emotions, making them teachable because they are tamed.

Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enough to make me dizzy.

Every family," he jested, "has a fool—just to keep it in touch with reality.

Falling asleep is such a strange feeling. It's like a carp or an eel is tugging on a fishing line, or something heavy like a lead weight is pulling on the line that I'm holding with my head, and as I doze off to sleep, the line slackens up a bit. When that happens, it startles me back to awareness. Then it pulls me again. I doze off to sleep. The line loosens a bit again. This goes on three or four times, and then, with the first really big tug, this time it lasts until morning.

As a child I had absolutely no notion of what others, even members of my own family, might be suffering or what they were thinking. I was aware only of my own unspeakable fears and embarrassments. Before anyone realized it, I had become an accomplished clown, a child who never spoke a single truthful word.

Kurbanlar. gerçek bir ahlak döneminin kurbanlar?. Asl?nda her ikimiz de buyuz. Bir yerlerde devrim patlak verecek: Ama eski ahlak ölçüsü yolumuzu t?kayarak yeryüzünde de?i?mez biçimde duracak. Oysa denizde ne dalgalar patlar. Devrime kat?lmadan dipteki sular sakin, uyan?k ama uyu?mu? gibi durur.

It seems that when people are in a state of euphoria, they don't always notice the suffering of others.

I also like to take my glasses off and look at people. The faces around me, all of them, seem kind and pretty and smiling. What's more, when my glasses are off, I don't ever think about arguing with anyone at all, nor do I feel the need to make snide remarks. All I do is just blankly stare in silence.

I have not the remotest clue what the nature or extent of my neighbor's woes can be.

Nunca conocí la sensación de hambre. Parece una expresión un poco rara, pero aunque tuviera hambre no me daba cuenta.

Desde pequeño, ni siquiera tenía la menor idea de los sufrimientos de mi propia familia o de lo que pensaba. Sólo estaba bien al corriente de mis propios miedos y malestares. En algún momento, me convertí en un niño que nunca podía decir la verdad.

We all live a sheet of paper away from death, so we shouldn't be surprised by death.

My surroundings are becoming as bright as I am. Until now, usually, haven't the places we appeared automatically become bright and splendid?

I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind- of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough), any wounds being inflicted of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.

When a person has secrets locked inside, he can't help but feel that there are ears embedded in the walls.

This was the first time in my life that I had become aware of the existence of the wall of despair built of all the many things in the world before which human strength is helpless.

Göze batmadan, pek çok insan?n yürüdü?ü yoldan sessizce gitmek en ak?ll? yol.

?nsanlar sevinçli anlar?nda ba?kalar?n?n ac?lar?n? fark edemezler de?il mi?

I claim I could write were I not ashamed. There's something fundamentally cheap about such awareness of genius. Only a madman would read a novel with deference. In that case it had best be done in formal clothes, like going to a funeral. So long as it does not seem as affected as a good work!

you didn't know enough to distrust others

Ahora, ahora, ahora. Cada "ahora" que señalo con el dedo se va volando lejos para dejar paso a un nuevo "ahora"."¡Vaya! ¿¡esto qué es!?", pensé mientras bajaba las escaleras del puente. Menuda idiotez. A lo mejor es que soy demasiado feliz.

Ah, to be one of those crows, who know nothing of wealth and poverty!