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Quotes about Awareness

Morning is when I'm awake, and there is dawn in me.
— Henry David Thoreau
To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine...So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! I well-nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my own breath into the bargain, running in the face of it.
— Henry David Thoreau
We cannot see anything until we are possessed with the idea of it, take it into our heads, - and then we can hardly see anything else.
— Henry David Thoreau
A man's ignorance sometimes is not only useful, but beautiful, while his knowledge, so called, is oftentimes worse than useless beside being ugly. Which is the best man to deal with, he who knows nothing about a subject, and what is extremely rare, knows that he knows nothing, — or he who really knows something about it, but thinks that he knows all?
— Henry David Thoreau
Those who have been bred in the school of politics fail now and always to face the facts.
— Henry David Thoreau
It is best to avoid the beginnings of evil.
— Henry David Thoreau
It is the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.
— Henry David Thoreau
The highest that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but Sympathy with Intelligence.
— Henry David Thoreau
I am grateful for what I am and have. My Thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing to definite - only a sense of existence
— Henry David Thoreau
Do not engage to find things as you think they are.
— Henry David Thoreau
It matters not where or how far you travel,--the farther commonly the worse,--but how much alive you are.
— Henry David Thoreau
They required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still.
— Henry David Thoreau