Quotes About Consciousness

It's okay to eat fish because they don't have any feelings.

I don't buy fur coats or jewelry. I have old cars.

I can't take one day for granted. That's usually how I think.

People should try eating no animal products for just one day a week.

One of the things I think we're learning to do as the twelfth insight emerges is to be discerning without being judgmental, because condemning someone certainly feels like a comic event that brings other things back on you.

I overthink everything, and one thing I find difficult is to actually be in the moment.

I love knowing exactly what you're putting onto your skin and about the ingredient benefits of those products.

Only medical hypnosis is capable of opening up amnesia.

Love is the highest frequency we can operate on.

The self is just our operation center, our consciousness, our moral compass. So, if we want to act more effectively in the world, we have to get to know ourselves better.

I don't think it's the writer's job to give answers or to give opinions. In fact, when a writer has answers, I think the work ends up being corrupted. It becomes didactic. What a book does is share a consciousness and invite people to explore the questions as best as you can.

But we who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments. We have nothing else to think of. Suffering ? curious as it may sound to you ? is the means by which we exist, because it is the only means by which we become conscious of existing; and the remembrance of suffering in the past is necessary to us as the warrant, the evidence, of our continued identity.

The final mystery is oneself.

One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.

But strange that I was not told That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell God's heaven and hell.

I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

I suddenly became conscious that some one was looking at me. I turned half-way round and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

The moment I met you I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, of what you really might be. There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.

The great events of the world take place in the Brain. It is in the Brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.

Of course I need not remind you how fluid a thing thought is with me-- with us all-- and of what an evanescent substance are our emotions made.

Cada um de nós tem em si o Céu e o Inferno

The only thing that sustains one  through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling I have always cultivated.