Awareness is something apart from, and different from, all that of which we are aware: Thoughts, emotions, images, sensations, desires and memory. Awareness is the ground in which the mind's contents manifest themselves... they appear in it and disappear once again.
Awareness is a rare thing. Once in everyone's life there is apt to be a period when he is fully awake, instead of half-asleep.
Plants can sense when they're being eaten.
Awareness is the golden key for suffering. Anger will arise and will be consumed by awareness. One cannot be angry with awareness and one cannot be greedy with awareness and one cannot be jealous with awareness. Awareness is the golden key.
Awareness is a passive, silent observation from which there arises understanding without the experiencer and the experienced.
Awareness is the ending of the self, of the “I” with all its peculiar idiosyncrasies, memories, demands, and pursuits. In awareness there is no condemnation or identification.
Awareness is difficult. To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.