Quotes About Awareness

The tree will outlive, by a hundred years and more, the man who has never heard of it.

Creatures, all of whome heard humans and knew them as just a part of the wider network of sounds. Living things of every gauge, for whom the roadside bar was just another mound in the continuous test of the landscape, just another swarming node in the biome to exploit.

The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels.

She feeds him and sets him up with the TV. The screen is news, travel, the company of others, a reminder of the luck he'd had all life long and failed to see.

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

You're studying what makes some people take the living world seriously when the only real thing for everyone else is other people.

And there's only the narrowest window of time in which to really see them, before these things that never were turn into things that have always been.

Trees know when we're close by. The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes their leaves pump out change when we're near. . . . When you feel good after a walk in the woods

Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.

Here's a little outsider information, and you can wait for it to be confirmed. A forest knows things. They wire themselves up underground. There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren't shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.

You live between three trees.

Her staff tells her not to, but she cites the numbers. Wasn't Shaw right about how the mark of true intelligence is to be moved by statistics? Seventeen kinds of forest dieback, all made worse by warming. Thousands of square miles a year converted to development. Annual net loss of one hundred billion trees. Half the woody species on the planet, gone by this new century's end.

life is trying to say something no one hears.

No one sees trees. We see fruit, we see nuts, we see wood, we see shade. We see ornaments or pretty fall foliage. Obstacles blocking the road or wrecking the ski slope. Dark, threatening places that must be cleared. We see branches about to crush our roof. We see a cash crop. But trees—trees are invisible.

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.

For the first time, she realizes that being alone is a contradiction in terms.

for footprint and understanding.

legacy cognitive blindness will forever prevent people from acting in their own best interests.

When her eyes open again, truths rush into her head. Like Enlightenment, but without the glow.

Their fragrances alert

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

Someone who doesn't even know she's been invented, staying game in the face of the inescapable plot.

Some were as singable as any human tune. He counted, sensitizing to the calls that played off one another, each a solo against a mass chorus. He lost count after a dozen, unsure where to lump and where to split. Every complex riff was identifiable, although Weber could identify none. Softer, in the middle distance, he heard the shush of cars along Interstate 80 whooshing like sprung balloons.

Aly affirmait souvent - à moi, aux parlementaires locaux, à ses collègues, aux abonnés de son blog, à qui voulait l'entendre - que si une masse critique de gens, si modeste soit-elle, retrouvait la conscience du lien qui nous unit, l'économie deviendrait écologie.