Quotes about Awareness

The mind feasts on what it focuses on. What consumes my thinking will be the making or the breaking of my identity.

The one who obeys God's instruction for today will develop a keen awareness of His direction for tomorrow.

The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.

The journey homewards. Coming home. That's what it's all about. The journey to the coming of the Kingdom. That's probably the chief difference between the Christian and the secular artist--the purpose of the work, be it story or music or painting, is to further the coming of the kingdom, to make us aware of our status as children of God, and to turn our feet toward home.

When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.

We tend to think things are new because we just discovered them.

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we's tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into the shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

If we are to be aware of life while we are living it, we must have the courage to relinquish our hard-earned control of ourselves.

We all tend to make zealous judgement, and thereby close ourselves off from revelation.

We want them to see their home planet, Mrs. Whatsit said. The Medium lost the delighted smile she had worn till then. Oh, why must you make me look at unpleasant things when there are so many delightful ones to see? Again Mrs. Which's voice reverberated through the cave. There will no longer be so many pleasant things to look at if responsible people do not do something about the unpleasant ones.

Do you know how lucky you are?" She smiled rather wryly. "Not most of the time.

If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise,or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love.