Quotes About Awareness

Mindegy mi történik a regényekben, mert úgyis elfelejtjük, ha véget érnek. A lehetÅ'ségek és a gondolatok számítanak, amelyekre felnyitják a szemünket, és amikre fiktív történetükkel ráébresztenek; ezek tisztábban maradnak meg bennünk, mint a valós események kapcsán, és jobban megfontoljuk Å'ket.

nadie sabe nada a lo que no ha asistido

e assumir uma enorme responsabilidade, a de revelar a alguém o que talvez não quisesse saber, e nunca se sabe o que alguém não quer saber até se lhe fazer a revelação, e então o possível mal não tem remédio e é tarde para a retirar, para voltar atrás.

No siempre reconocemos las historias de amor de los demás, ni siquiera cuando somos nosotros su objeto, su meta, su fin.

Pero la gente no lleva el cómputo de lo que se diluye en el olvido. O de lo que flota en un limbo que nadie mira.

Dünya sürprizlerle ve gizlerle dolu. Yak?n?m?zdaki birilerini tan?d???m?z? düÅŸünürüz ama zamanla bilmediklerinizin bildiklerimizden çok daha fazla olduÄŸunu görürüz, zamanla daha az tan?n?r kar??daki, zamanla daha çok karanl?k nokta oluÅŸur. Ayd?nlanan çok ÅŸey olsa bile karanl?kta kalanlar her zaman daha fazlad?r.

Es lo malo que tiene cuanto nos sucede y no es registrado, o aún peor, ni siquiera sabido ni visto ni oído, porque luego no hay forma de recuperarlo.

No he querido saber, pero he sabido […]

Uno olvida mucho más lo que sale de su boca que lo que entra por sus oídos

Our lives are often a continuous betrayal and denial of what came before, we twist and distort everything as time passes, and yet we are still aware, however much we deceive ourselves, that we are the keepers of secrets and mysteries, however trivial.

Listening is the most dangerous thing of all, listening means knowing, finding out about something, and knowing what's going on, our ears don't have lids that can instinctively close against the words uttered, they can't hide from what they sense they're about to hear.

A veces uno se fija en alguien sólo porque ese alguien se ha fijado en uno.

The phones are smarter but we are dumber.

We tend to see math and science as a steady state of facts rather than as the accumulated knowledge of linear traditions. As Korzybski put it, we see further because we "stand on the shoulders"5 of the previous generation. The danger of such a position is that we can forget to put our own feet on the ground.

But even if such a prediction were true, our inability to distinguish between a virtual reality simulation and the real world will have less to do with the increasing fidelity of simulation than the decreasing perceptual abilities of us humans.

Seeing my own contribution to my circumstances makes me stronger, not weaker. If I contribute to my own problems, there are things I have the power to change.

Learning about ourselves can be painful—sometimes brutally so—and the feedback is often delivered with a forehead-slapping lack of awareness for what makes people tick. It can feel less like a "gift of learning" and more like a colonoscopy.

strong emotions can seem as if they are part of the environment rather than part of us. It's not that I was angry, we think, it's that the situation was tense. But situations are not

The big three blind spots are tone of voice, facial expressions, and body language. The listener is very aware of these, the talker is not.

Wherever you want to go, understanding – imagining yourself into the other person's story – has got to be your first step. Before you can figure out how to move forward, you need to understand where you are. The

It's Always the Right Time to Listen

So you might say to your boss, "I know there are lots of factors you have to take into consideration, and at the end of the day, I'm onboard with whatever you decide. I just want to make sure that as you think about it, you are aware that. . . .

Peanuts aren't nuts. Whales aren't fish. Tomatoes aren't vegetables. And attributions, judgments, and accusations aren't feelings.

What is the story we are telling ourselves that is giving rise to how we feel? What is our story missing? What might the other person's story be? Almost