Quotes About Matter

The brain's fundamental secret will be laid open one day. But even when it has, the wonder will remain, that mere wet stuff can make this bright inward cinema of thought, of sight and sound and touch bound into a vivid illusion of an instantaneous present, with a self, another brightly wrought illusion, hovering like a ghost at its centre. Could it ever be explained, how matter becomes conscious?

Over the years, humans have managed to incorporate nearly every element, light and weighty, common and obscure, into our daily lives. And given how small atoms are and how many of them there are all around us, it's almost certain that your body has at least brushed against an atom of every single natural element on the periodic table.

We're muddying the waters when we are having a discussion about what's going on on YouTube and Twitter and whether that's a matter of free speech. These are private platforms and they're allowed to decide what should and should not be on its platforms. It's not an issue of free speech.

I believe in research. Each movie at Pixar involves research with college professors or taking trips to learn as much as we can about a particular subject matter.

The truth of our faith becomes a matter of ridicule among the infidels if any Catholic, not gifted with the necessary scientific learning, presents as dogma what scientific scrutiny shows to be false.

Curiosity doesn't matter anymore. These days people don't want to be transported to emotional territories where they don't know how to react.

If it's a question about stuff that matters to you personally, like favorite food, favorite piece of knowledge, favorite animal, it's hard not to have an opinion and want to quantify things.

The spirits, he said, the souls. They are not angry at the living, they just want to help. Helping others is the only way we can prove we still matter.

Don't matter, now,' one said. 'We're here and here's here and that's that.

These lips had spoken words into the primal chaos of the world; they had sculpted sound into matter, darkness into light.

Our virtues and failings are like force and matter, the moment force is gone man/woman is no more ......NIKOLA TESLA

Unlike the human spirit which is drawn from the infinite Spirit of God, the human soul is truly a new thing, coming into existence at the moment when God joins matter (earth) with His essence (spirit). This happens in the womb at the time of conception. From The Quiet Heart

I've been looking for that same secret message, that same confirmation that I matter most to whoever is sending the code.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

I didn't intend to make one solo record, much less two. It's really a matter of seeing how it goes.

You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

Love is the matter of souls....in which body is trivial aspect but the tragic part is that people believe what is seen.

Creeping meaninglessness is a private cost of making the nature of the flourishing life a mere matter of taste.

A mother's happiness; something you recognize and then forget; it didn't seem to matter much, though it spread through our bodies.

Thus we can roughly define what we mean by the art of reading as follows: the process whereby a mind, with nothing to operate on but the symbols of the readable matter, and with no help from outside,I elevates itself by the power of its own operations. The mind passes from understanding less to understanding more. The skilled operations that cause this to happen are the various acts that constitute the art of reading.

Third, the atoms 'oscillated' within objects when bumped into by their neighbours.

The rest is a mere matter of detail, to be settled with judgment, discretion, and caution.

There is, I conceive, no contradiction in believing that mind is at once the cause of matter and of the development of individualised human minds through the agency of matter.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.