Quotes about Awareness
The commonest sense is the sense of men asleep, which they express by snoring.
— Henry David Thoreau
The unconsciousness of man is the consciousness of God.
— Henry David Thoreau
I was always conscious of sounds in nature which my ears could never hear,—that I caught but the prelude to a strain. She always retreats as I advance. Away behind and behind is she and her meaning. Will not this faith and expectation make to itself ears at length?
— Henry David Thoreau
If you chance to live and move and have your being in that thin stratum in which the events that make the news transpire- thinner than the paper on which it is printed- then these things will fill the world for you; but if you soar above or dive below that plane, you cannot remember nor be reminded of them. Really to see the sun rise or go down every day, so to relate ourselves to a universal fact, would preserve us sane forever.
— Henry David Thoreau
Foolish people imagine that what they imagine is somewhere else. That stuff is not made in any factory but their own.
— Henry David Thoreau
We shall see but little if we require to understand what we see. How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding! How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile!
— Henry David Thoreau
My profession is to be always on the alert to find God in nature, to know his lurking-places, to attend all the oratorios, the operas in nature.
— Henry David Thoreau
Blessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature and, through her, God.
— Henry David Thoreau
It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.
— Henry David Thoreau
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.
— Henry David Thoreau
No method nor discipline can supersede the necessity of being forever on the alert. What is a course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, [...] compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen?
— Henry David Thoreau
The poem of the world is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it.
— Henry David Thoreau