Quotes About Consciousness

Sometimes the breath is very fine, like silk or satin; it enters and exits freely. How wonderful just to be breathing! At other times it is coarse, more like burlap; it fights its way in and out. Sometimes the breath is so deep and smooth that it affects the whole body, relaxing us profoundly. Other times it's so short and pinched, hurried and agitated, that our minds and bodies are like that, restless and uncomfortable.

We're not looking at the breath in order to get to enlightenment.

Actually, however, all the wisdom we need is inside us, where this epic drama is taking place.

You sit and are aware of the breathing, but not in a pinpoint way. Your attention is not at the nostrils or chest or abdomen but, in a much more open way, on the whole body, a panoramic view of the sitting breathing body.

I have to sound critical just to let people know there is more to life than they have realized.

Den natta lå jeg og tenkte på døden, lysvåken, jeg lå langt bak øynene mine og stirra i et digert mørke, og det gikk opp for meg, uten at jeg egentlig skjønte det, at jeg allerede var begynt å dø, det var en motbydelig tanke, og jeg grein.

Freedom, I am beginning to realize, means not even being aware you're free.

Como podemos amar, incluso despues de muertos? ¿Como podemos sentir cosas, si no tenemos cuerpos? ------(Kai) -Porque los sentimientos van mucho mas allá de lo material, Kai. ---(Aonia)

Ignoraba si los arboles tenian sentimientos a la manera de los humanos. Al menos en lo que tocaba a los arboles cantores, si poseian cierta inteligencia. Podrian ama sin corazon?.

Sin embargo... vosotros no solo destruís la vida, sino que estáis atacando a las mismas condiciones necesarias para que la vida exista: la tierra, el aire, el mar. Algo que ni el mismo Lucifer se habría atrevido a hacer. Y lo más desconcertante de todo es que no parecéis ser conscientes de ello, que no es ese vuestro objetivo. Se trata, simplemente, de que vuestra forma de vida, vuestra simple existencia, es una mala noticia para el resto del planeta.

What mystified Louie was his escape from the wreckage. If he had passed out from the pressure, and the plane had continued to sink and the pressure to build, why had he woken again? And how had he been loosed from the wires while unconscious?

Thoughts of course can't be dirty except for ignorance, untruth or ugliness. And why would you think about them anyway.

The first shot causes warm rain to fall on Diana's arms from the sky. The second plants a mirrored jewel in the left temporal lobe of her brain…a place she could have named on a quiz but which now seems to be the place where the future is imagined, the place where what would have been is.

Behind him there's still the mirror…a bit of infinity, which in its disinterest still holds their reflections safely in it.

The self on tiptoes sneaking away from the self.

She had thought: No, I was dead. Now I'm

He had sometimes thought that if she had the option to be nothing but a brain in a jar, that would be fine with her.

she also knew that the sadness she felt while pregnant, for strangers, for the entire world, did not feel like hormones so much as a kind of elevated consciousness, a heightened sensitivity to truth.

A secret to happiness . . . Being part of the flow of wisdom, And understanding that all things in nature have their own form of consciousness.

Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.

between the word and the world lie fading eternities of soon

If you don't like it, don't eat it! And if you like it, really savour it

Conscious fun takes effort. This seeming paradox—Why should fun be work?—stops us in our tracks. So we overindulge in effortless fun (scrolling through Instagram . . .) It is the effortful fun that makes today different, and makes today land in memory. You don't say "Where did the time go?" when you remember where the time went.

I believe that consciously choosing to create such memories will stretch the experience of time.