Quotes About Awareness

Billy didn't need someone to pour him his drinks, he needed someone to tell him that living isn't poetry. It isn't prayer. To tell him and convince him. And none of us could do it because every one of us thought that as long as Billy believed it was, as long as he kept himself believing it, then maybe it could still be true.

One can only remember what has been consciously experienced.

We become free by transforming ourselves from unaware victims of the past into responsible individuals in the present, who are aware of our past and are thus able to live with it.

Child abuse damages a person for life and that damage is in no way diminished by the ignorance of the perpetrator. It is only with the uncovering of the complete truth as it affects all those involved that a genuinely viable solution can be found to the dangers of child abuse.

they are aware of having been misunderstood as children, they feel that the fault lay with them and with their inability to express themselves appropriately.

the damage done to us during our childhood cannot be undone, since we cannot change anything in our past. we can repair ourselves and gain our lost integrity by choosing to look more honestly at the knowledge that is stored inside our bodies and bringing that knowledge closer to our awareness.

Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?

My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.

Emotion isn't really what I felt . . . Living, one is so detached.

when someone reads poems I exist to be the one who's feeling it.

We know ourselves in the extinguishable light, but we know ourselves in another universe

I have just transcended my epoch; I am alive outside written memory.

I did not do those things; I only watched, watched myself act, react.

I don't know a thing yet, and I haven't lived. I'm starting to now, aren't I? No, you're asleep, you're always asleep.

All I feel is the tingle of this existence, or non-existence

I hear the noise of your thinking; but I don't listen. Your thoughts wouldn't bear remembering.

This clearing is full of false lights, flickers that stop when you look.

It is outside time that you heal. Walk with me outside time.

we will never see our own bodies, existing for the eyes of others.

I couldn't stop thinking, my thoughts kept attacking my head; I was my angry thoughts, but I also watched them.

for everything I am is my mind, that never leaves me.

somewhere you know but never quite remember

but I know I never really arrive.

I'm sickened by all the suffering I'm aware of.