Quotes About Awareness

Poison often had no taste at all, so no matter how finely honed your palate, your taste buds weren't going to save your life.

I instantly recognized his true masculinity in the fact that he had no cavities.

At that moment, the thing Knut had been perceiving as "time" melted away. Because starting with this moment, he no longer had any time to think about time.

It is the very mind itself that leads the mind astray.

To cut a man with a single blow is easy. To avoid being cut by a man is difficult.

Jika kau mengulangi berbagai latihan dengan susah payah dan mendapatkan manfaat disiplin dalam praktik serta latihan, tindakan akan ada dalam tubuh serta kakimu, bukan pikiranmu. Dengan menjaga jarak dari latihan, kau tidak akan melawannya, dan kau akan melakukan setiap teknik dengan bebas. Pada titik ini, kau tidak akan tahu di mana pikiranmu berada, dan tak ada iblis atau pun kekuatan suci yang mampu menemukannya.

You should strike at the moon in the water.

It is the Mind, That is the Mind, Confusing the Mind. Do not leave the Mind, O Mind, To the Mind.

If we listen, the air is heavy with poems, ripe for plucking.

Despair is the price one pays for self-awareness. Look deeply into life, and you'll always find despair.

It's not easy to live every moment wholly aware of death. It's like trying to stare the sun in the face: you can stand only so much of it. Because we cannot live frozen in fear, we generate methods to soften death's terror. We project ourselves into the future through our children; we grow rich, famous, ever larger; we develop compulsive protective rituals; or we embrace an impregnable belief in an ultimate rescuer.

Heidegger makes the distinction between being absorbed in the way things are in the world and being aware that things are in the world. And if you do the latter, you're not so worried about the everyday trivialities of life, for example, petty concerns about secrecy or privacy.

In a study we did of bereavement, we found that rather impressive numbers of widows and widowers had not simply gone back to their pre-loss functioning, but grown. This was due to a kind of increased existential awareness that resulted from this confrontation with the death of another. And I think it brought them in touch with their own death, so they began to experience a kind of preciousness to life that comes with an experience of its transiency.

If people in their 20s had more death awareness, would that in fact temper their ambition or drive? My hunch is yes. It would certainly do something for those who are most ruthless, who tend to make others most miserable. Some sort of greater awareness of their own finiteness and what their time on earth really is, and what they really want to do with their lives, could help improve them.

So entrenched is our fictional image of Gypsies that we often brush aside real-world experiences as a mirage when they contradict the picture that we have absorbed and internalized.

When dreams are turned away, death becomes the ultimate salvation….There are only two extremes in human madness: the instant when you become aware of your own impotence and the instant when you become aware of the vulnerability of others. It's a question of accepting one's madness…or suffering it.

You can know all there is to know about life and mankind, but what do you really know about yourself?

Tandis qu'ils gravitaient tous autour d'elle, j'avais compris, à cet âge sans philosophie, que l'aveugle n'est pas celui qui ne voit pas, mais celui qu'on ne voit pas ; il n'est pire cécité que de passer partout inaperçu.

Who dreams so much, forgets to live

Qui rêve trop oublie de vivre.

La chance nous sourit tous les matins, le bonheur nous accueille tous les soirs, et on s'en rend pas compte. On s'y habitue et on pense que ce sera tous les jours ainsi. On fait pas gaffe à ce que l'on possède puis, hop ! D'un claquement de doigts, on s'aperçoit que l'on a tout faux. Parce qu'on croit avoir décroché la lune, on veut croquer le soleil aussi, et c'est là que l'on se crame les ailes

qui rêve trop oublie de vivre" p:9

Is there a life outside oneself? Is there a reality outside oneself?

What is our life: (Pause.) it's looking forward or it's looking back. And that's our life. That's it. Where is the moment?