Quotes About Consciousness

Ez a "most" az egyetlen realitás, amit ismerünk; a már-nem színes semmijét követi, és a jövÅ' abszolút semmijét elÅ'zi meg. Így egészen szó szerinti értelemben mondhatjuk, hogy a tudatos emberi élet mindig csak egy pillanatig tart, mert a saját tudatáramunkra irányuló szándékos figyelem egyetlen pillanatában sem tudhatjuk, hogy követi-e újabb pillanat.

Es espantoso cuando la vida real de pronto resulta ser un sueño, pero ¡cuánto más espantoso cuando lo que uno ha creído que era un sueño —fluido e irresponsable— de pronto empieza a cuajarse como realidad!

In this very special self-hypnotic state there can be no question of getting out of touch with on[e]self and floating into a normal sleep (unless you are very tired at the start)

Ruh bir varoluÅŸ biçiminden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir -sürekli bir durum hiç deÄŸildir-, dalgalar?n? bulur ve izlerseniz her ruh sizinki olabilir. Ölümden sonraki yaÅŸam denen ÅŸey, istediÄŸiniz ruhta, hatta birbirininkinden farks?z azap yüklerinin bilincinde bile olmayan istediÄŸiniz say?da ruhta bilinçle yaÅŸamak yeterliliÄŸidir belki de - baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸil.

This now-ness is the only reality we know; it follows the colored nothingness of the no-longer and precedes the absolute nothingness of the future. Thus, in a quite literal sense, we may say that conscious human life lasts always only one moment, for at any moment of deliberate attention to our own flow of consciousness we cannot know if that moment will be followed by another.

Nuestra conciencia de existir no es un punto en la eternidad, sino una fisura, una falla, una grieta que se extiende a todo lo ancho del tiempo metafísico y lo parte en dos mitades y se dibuja luminosa (por estrecha que sea) entre los dos tableros del antes y el después.

Yaln?zca düÅŸünceler dünyas?nda deÄŸil, nesneler dünyas?nda da ya??yoruz biz. Deneyim olmaks?z?n kelimeler anlams?zd?r.

Eis aqui, pois, a minha história. Eu a reli. Ela contém fragmentos de medula - e sangue, e belas e brilhantes moscas azuis. Neste ou naquele de seus volteios sinto que o meu escorregadio 'eu' me foge, deslizando para águas mais profundas e negras do que aquelas que me interessa perscrutar.

I watched, with the stark lucidity of a future recollection (you know—trying to see things as you will remember having seen them)

I entered a plane of being where nothing mattered, save the infusion of joy brewed within my body. What had begun as a delicious distention of my innermost roots became a glowing tingle which now had reached that state of absolute security, confidence and reliance not found elsewhere in conscious life.

One Cincinnatus was counting, but the other Cincinnatus had already stopped heeding the sound of the unnecessary count which was fading away in the distance; and, with a clarity he had never experienced before – at first almost painful, so suddenly did it come, but then suffusing him with joy, he reflected: why am I here? Why am I lying like this? And, having asked himself these simple questions, he answered them by getting up and looking around.

I want you to concentrate. You are going to die in a moment. The hereafter for all we know may be an eternal state of excruciating insanity. You smoked your last cigarette yesterday. Concentrate. Try to understand what is happening to you

not to spell very well, but to smell very well

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless

To wonder at trifles – no matter the imminent peril – these asides of the spirit, these footnotes in the volume of life are the highest form of consciousness, and it is in this childishly speculative state of mind, so different from common sense and its logic, that we know the world to be good.

Blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

It is certainly not then -- not in dreams -- but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction.

neither being accustomed to his new fleshiness and insistence to sleep on one side only, so as not to hear his heart: he had made the mistake one night in 1920 of calculating the maximal number of its remaining beats (allowing for another half-century), and now the preposterous hurry of the countdown irritated him and increased the rate at which he could hear himself dying.

Thus in the far-away Southern village the world lay waiting, half consciously, the coming of two young men, and dreamed in an inarticulate way of new things that would be done and new thoughts that all would think. And yet it was singular that few thought of two John's, -- for the black folk thought of one John, and he was black; and the white folk thought of another John, and he was white. And neither world thought the other world's thought, save with a vague unrest.

When the mind is free of any thought or judgment, it is still and acts like a mirror. Then and only then can we know things as they are. AWARENESS

Alertness is a measure of how many nows you are alert to in a given period. The result is simple: you become more aware of what is going on as you learn to keep your attention in the now.

First the mind judges the event, then groups events, then identifies with the combined event and finally judges itself.

increased his awareness of that part of his swing. When the mind is free of any thought or judgment, it is still and acts like a mirror. Then and only then can we know things as they are.

Focus means not dwelling on the past, either on mistakes or glories; it means not being so caught up in the future, either its fears or its dreams, that my full attention is taken from the present. The