Quotes About Awareness

Why do so many Americans say they want their children to watch less TV, yet continue to expand the opportunities for them to watch it? More important, why do so many people no longer consider the physical world worth watching?

After death.) So few people who come across, possess awareness of any kind. All they bring along with them are worthless values. All they desire is continuation of what they had in life no matter how misguided or degraded. . . Will those people ever progress, even with our help?

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

Everything is mental

The essence of it all—this is the important part—was the knowledge that my thoughts had been real. Not just the things I said and did. What went on in my mind as well, positive or negative.

There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. Once I thought they sang because everything was right with the world, Robert Neville thought. I know now I was wrong. They sing because they're feeble-minded.

Richard Matheson

supuesto umbral de la conciencia. Ahí es donde radica la fascinación

Hayseeds we might be, but we meant to be informed hayseeds.

When what you're doing isn't just a means to an end, you're in no hurry to get it done.

There are four good things worth practicing. Being kind toward everything alive. Staying level and steady. Feeling happy for any creature anywhere that is happy. And remembering that any suffering is also yours.

Trees know when we are close by. The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes of their leaves pump out change when we're near...when you feel good after a walk in the woods, it may be that certain species are bribing you

Only keep still, wait, and hear, and the world will open.

A woman sits on the ground, leaning against a pine. Its bark presses hard against her back, as hard as life. Its needles scent the air and a force hums in the heart of the wood. Her ears tune down to the lowest frequencies. The tree is saying things, in words before words.

Be grateful for anything that still cuts. Dissonance is a beauty that familiarity hasn't destroyed yet.

For a moment, looking felt like something that happened to you rather than something you did. Not 'Are you who I think you are?' Am I who you think I am?

I wouldn't need to be so very different for sun to seem to be about sun, for green to be about green, for joy and boredom and anguish and terror and death to all be themselves, beyond the need for any killing clarity, and then this-- this , the growing rings of light and water and stone--would take up all of me, and be all the words I need.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

Listen closer, listen smaller, listen lighter, to any noise at all, and hear what the world will still sound like, long after your concert ends.

The use of music is to remind us how short a time we have a body.

There is no safety. There is only forgetfulness.

Life became an interruption of my description of it.

You can't see what you don't understand. But what you think you already understand, you'll fail to notice.

The world had become something no schoolchild should be allowed to discover.