The more decisions that you are forced to make alone, the more you are aware of your freedom to choose.
It was as if I had worked for years on the wrong side of a tapestry, learning accurately all its lines and figures, yet always missing its color and sheen.
Conscious and unconscious experiences do not belong to different compartments of the mind; they form a continuous scale of gradations, of degrees of awareness.
A lot of people say they want to get out of pain, and I'm sure that's true, but they aren't willing to make healing a high priority. They aren't willing to look inside to see the source of their pain in order to deal with it.
Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.
One had to immerse oneself in one's surroundings and intensely study nature or one's subject to understand how to recreate it.
The mind may wander, but let not the senses wander with it. If the senses wander where the mind takes them, one is done for.
You are not copying nature, but responding to nature in full awareness, to the way nature expresses itself in that object.
There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends. I have savored to the full all the small, daily joys. The bright sunshine on the breakfast table; the smell of the air at dusk; the sound of the clock ticking; the light rains that start gently after midnight; the hour when the family come home; Sunday-evening tea before the fire! I have never missed one moment of beauty, not even taken it for granted. Spring, summer, autumn, or winter. I wish I had failed as little in other ways.
The real composer thinks about his work the whole time; he is not always conscious of this, but he is aware of it later when he suddenly knows what he will do.
There comes a voluptuous moment when the senses and the whole skin tingle with a sharpened awareness of the body and the world around.
It may be that we are puppets-puppets controlled by the strings of society. But at least we are puppets with perception, with awareness. And perhaps our awareness is the first step to our liberation. (1974)
I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
Your chances of creating deeply hinge on the quality of your awareness state.
It is through your body that you realize you are a spark of divinity.
Artist awake or be forever fallen.
It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
Feelings or emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are at your deepest place.
Awareness is that state of mind which takes in everything-the crows flying across the sky, the flowers on the trees, the people sitting in front, the colors they are wearing - being extensively aware, which needs watching, observing, taking in the shape of the leaf, the shape of the trunk, the shape of the head of another, what he is doing.
I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.
What is nonsense, and what is not, then, may be merely a matter of perspective.
How high your awareness level is determines how much meaning you get from your world. Photography can teach you to improve your awareness level.
In opening our hearts, we hope this might promote greater awareness of this condition. Perhaps it will encourage a clearer understanding of the individuals and families who are affected by it.
A prisoner lived in solitary confinement for years. He saw and spoke to no one and his meals were served through an opening in the wall. One day an ant came into his cell. The man contemplated it in fascination as it crawled around the room. He held it in the palm of his hand the better to observe it, gave it a grain or two, and kept it under his tin cup at night. One day it suddenly struck him that it had taken him ten long years of solitary confinement to open his eyes to the loveliness of an ant.
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