Quotes About Awareness

She wouldn't have seen any of the dinginess, because no one ever does until they're on he outside of a place, looking in.

There's no secret, just keep your eyes open. Open all the time, but especially when you think you can't be surprised. That's when you learn to pay attention, to listen to your own voice.

She wouldn't have seen any of the dinginess, because no one ever does until they're on the outside of a place, looking in.

Practical-life activities keep fifteen-month-olds at the leading edge of their skill development, building their intelligence, deepening their concentration, and giving them a new appreciation of their expanding capabilities. In

by rushing about with our children without giving thought to their needs for developing focus or, equally damaging, by allowing them to become mesmerized in front of a TV or VCR, we destroy both their conscious attention and the development of the will. Parents

I'm thankful that my memory is good because my vision is going.

The distance grows between our heads and our hearts and we lose our felt connection with the presence of God.

Herb Gardner wrote, You have to own your days, every one of them, Or else the years go by and none of them belong to you.2

And the newspapers, they say nothing about this at all or about the poor at all, Doris said. There are great holes in your newspapers. Nobody sees them. God sees them. The

You never knew. Cultures were mine fields.

so he proceeded with great caution into an alien landscape of the mind and the mind's eye.

Nadia listened in perfect, ratlike silence.

Part of growing up is developing a bullshit detector, and kids usually do a pretty fair job of wising each other up.

Lack of knowledge is dangerous

Sounds beyond the limits of the ear may be gathered by other sensory systems of the body.

He whom one awaits is, because he is expected, already present, already master.

Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.

She knew that alexander was sitting on the bench by the house slightly behind her, and that he was watching her. he was doing that more and more often. Watching her as he smoked. And smoked. And smoked.

To lead a life so wholly happy, so wholly unexamined that she could be dying, could be betrayed, could be besieged on all sides and never even know it.

E non me lo hai nascosto. Niente affatto. Hai lasciato il tuo amore in bella mostra, non lo hai chiuso in un armadio. Marina aveva ragione. Ero cieca. Lo hai lasciato in mille posti perché io lo vedessi. Adesso li vedo tutti e mi fanno male. Ma tu eri una bambina. Come poteva una bambina amare qualcuno?

Ouspensky, do you ever think of how many things you don't know?" Ouspensky laughed. "I like the beginning already". "Think of how many things you stumble to and say, how should I know?" "I never say that, sir" said Ouspensky. "I say, how the fuck should I know?

Love is," she repeated slowly, looking only at Dasha, "when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

A warrior of the light...never confuses tension with anxiety.