Quotes About Awareness

Failure to see the other stopped the mind from expanding. It started contracting, crumpling and getting knotted. It became all about me and mine, not you and yours. Limitless Brahmana thus became the limited Brahma.

The thought manifests the word; The word manifests the deed; The deed develops into habit; And habit hardens into character; So watch the thought and its ways with care, And let them spring forth from love Born out of compassion for all beings. As the shadow follows the body, as we think, so we become.

What a pity that most young people instead of seeing one animal in nature--which is worth a hundred in any Zoo--must derive their knowledge of God's creatures from their appearance in prisons. ... How do we manage to think that we know all about an animal by gazing at him penned in a cage?

I never really saw my dad around when the Iron Maiden and the AC/DC were playing. But he knew what I was doing. I was just absorbing music. So he just kind of left me to my own devices.

I saw young Jazzy

When you realize the value of all life, you dwell less on what is past and concentrate more on the preservation of the future.

I want my boys to have an understanding of people's emotions, their insecurities, people's distress, and their hopes and dreams.

People look at you and forget about things.

Sometimes when she lies awake her body feels as finely made as a tuning fork. She can hear and smell the most delicate things, the smell and music of thought itself.

She let herself stray past the stage of sleep and even past the stage of remembering, and she wanders into the stage of soul-searching. Sometimes when she lies awake her body feels as finely made as a tuning fork. She can hear and smell the most delicate things, the smell and music of thought itself.

In a world full of lies, the most dangerous ones are those we tell ourselves.

Awe is the gateway to compassion. It is a deep awareness that we are creators, creators who work with the Creator, in an ongoing project of crafting a world. If we do not like the world or are afraid of it, we have had a hand in that. And if we made a mess, we can clean it up and do better. We are what we make.

Gratitude is complicated. Feelings of dependence—and interdependence—can be both elusive and resisted, mostly because they are caught up with soul-crushing ideas of obligation and debt. But if gratitude is mutual reliance upon (instead of payback for) shared gifts, we awaken to a profound awareness of our interdependence. Dependence may enslave the soul, but interdependence frees us.

The moment that we think we know, we've lost our perspective on wisdom.

Spirituality is not just about sitting in a room encountering a mystical god in meditation or about seeing God in a sunset. Awe is the gateway to compassion. It is a deep awareness that we are creators, creators who work with the Creator, in an ongoing project of crafting a world. If we do not like the world or are afraid of it, we have had a hand in that. And if we made a mess, we can clean it up and do better. We are what we make.

What we need is here. —Wendell Berry

In normal life one is not at all aware that we always receive infinitely more than we give, and that gratitude is what enriches life.

Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefulness, and gratefulness is a measure of our aliveness. —DAVID STEINDL-RAST

Deficits in mentalizing have also been linked with identity diffusion

It's hard to think about nothing. I've tried it. You end up thinking about everything and getting stressed out. It's best to just think of one thing. A good thing.

If they didn't take you seriously, they would never see you coming.

You should know you're exactly the person you think you are.

And then Vaughn, too, lost the ability to speak. Or at least, she no longer heard it over the thunderous rush in her ears. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her up and back out of the room, and he seemed to be shouting her name. Dark spots appeared in the corner of her vision. She choked and spluttered and stared into Vaughn's light brown eyes, until they were only things she could see. 'Breathe,' he ordered, and she did. Her lungs inflated, and she gasped., 'Mr. Boddy! He's dead!

I take great pride in not being that girl in the horror movies who knows a serial killer is axing people out in the woods and so decides that a nature walk is a brilliant idea. I'm the lock-myself-in-the-basement-with-a-shotgun-and-some-napalm sort of woman.