Quotes About Consciousness

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.

It could not be a wall but there could be a thin thin line there all round everything.

What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?

O, undoubtedly yes, and very potable so, but one who deeper thinks will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that this downright there you are and there it is is only all in his eye. Why?

And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

Life seemed to him a gift; the statement 'I am alive' seemed to him to contain a satisfactory certainty and many other things, held up as indubitable, seemed to him uncertain.

O the grey dull day! It seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness through which souls of mathematicians might wander, projecting long slender fabrics from plane to plane of ever rarer and paler twilight, radiating swift eddies to the last verges of a universe ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances.

Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.

After sound, light and heat, memory, will and understanding.

Ineluctable modality of the visible...

excrementitious intelligence...

Then, in that case, all the rest, all that I thought I thought and all that I felt I felt, all the rest before me now, in fact... O, give it up old chap! Sleep it off!

Ä°nsan düÅŸüncenin bask?s? alt?ndaki bir müziÄŸi dinlemekte olduÄŸunu san?r.

P.C. Robort)

To remember that and the white look of the lavatory made him feel cold and then hot. There were two cocks that you turned and water came out: cold and hot. He felt cold and then a little hot: and he could see the names printed on the cocks. That was a very queer thing.

Neither he nor she had had any such adventure before and neither was conscious of any incongruity. Little by little he entangled his thoughts with hers. He lent her books, provided her with ideas, shared his intellectual life with her. She listened to all. Sometimes in return for his theories, she gave out some fact of her own life. With almost maternal solicitude, she urged him to let his nature open to the full; she became his confessor.

The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris.

Dinle! O iç burkucu bungunluk çöktü. Dinle!-Akl?n ya da gövdenin böylesine eylemlerine saÄŸl?ks?z denebileceÄŸine inanm?yorum.- KonuÅŸuyor o. SoÄŸuk y?ld?zlar?n ötesinden gelen c?l?z bir ses. SaÄŸduyunun sesi. KonuÅŸ bakal?m! Aman,konuÅŸ yine,ayd?nlat beni!Bu sesi hiç duymam??t?m.

Tomorrow has no more existence than yesterday, but you can always control now. We live in a series of nows. Think about now.

At four-twenty every morning I wake and have no idea where or who I am.

When I closed my eyes, a lantern lit up the inside of my head, as if I had punched a hypodermic loaded with morphine into my arm.

He might be asleep, but even asleep he looked like he knew more than most guys awake

It occurred to me then that you is everything you are in this life at every moment.