Quotes About Awareness

How little one knows what one knows, or wants what one wants.

Mentre per qualcosa di molto più complesso, come la città in cui ci si trova, si vorrebbe sempre sapere esattamente quale particolare città sia. Questo distrae dall'essenziale.

It is reality that awakens possibilities, and nothing would be more perverse than to deny it.

Získali jsme skute?nost a pÃ…â"¢iÅ¡li jsme o sen.

Of late she'd become impatient with the inexplicit needs of boys and men and their acting so rashly on what they could not fathom and surely could not articulate. - Coal Black Horse Chapter 1

People who are aware that they are making contestable assumptions are much more likely to recognize that reasonable people of goodwill can, in fact, disagree—even about matters of profound human and moral significance.

What is love?/One name for it is knowledge.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know.

Any act of pure perception is a feat, and if you don't believe it, try it sometime. But

When one is happy in forgetfulness, facts get forgotten

I turned around to face the reality, which was not something caught in the ice of the mind but was something now flushed, feline, lethal, and electric...

But wanting don't make a thing true. You don't have to live forever to figure that out.

If I didn't look around it would not be true that somebody had opened the gate with the creaky hinges, and that is a wonderful principle for a man to get hold of. I had got hold of the

I studied her face, and for the moment just did that and let all the questions just slide away, like something dropped into the mist and water below us to slide away in the oily silence of the current. — Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men (Harcourt, Brace, & Co., 1946)

Which is nonsense, for whatever you live is Life. That

We never know what we have lost, or what we have found. We are only ourselves, and that promise. Continue to walk in the world. Yes, love it!

it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.

The grandfather's clock in the corner of the room, I suddenly realized, wasn't getting any younger. It would drop out a tick, and the tick would land inside my head like a rock dropped in a well, and the ripples would circle out and stop, and the tick would sink down the dark. For a piece of time which was not long or short, and might not even be time, there wouldn't be anything. Then the tock would drop down the well, and the ripples would circle out and finish.

Any act of pure perception is a feat, and if you don't believe it, try it sometime.

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality. The tree that you are aware of intellectually, because of that small time lag, is always in the past and therefore is always unreal. Any intellectually conceived object is always in the past and therefore unreal. Reality is always the moment of vision before the intellectualization takes place. There is no other reality.

I've wondered why it took us so long to catch on. We saw it, and yet we didn't see it. Or rather we were trained not to see it. Conned perhaps into thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, Go away. I'm looking for the truth. And so it goes away. Puzzling.

I think now the trace of egotism may have been the beginning of all his troubles

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality.

The past cannot remember the past. The future cannot generate the future. The cutting edge of this instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is.