Quotes About Consciousness

El sufrimiento -por curioso que esto pueda parecerte- es el medio por el que existimos, y es el único medio por el que somos conscientes de existir; y el recuerdo del sufrimiento en el pasado nos es necesario como garantía, evidencia, de nuestra identidad continuada.

To become the spectator of one's own life, as Harry says, is to escape the suffering of life. I

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognisance. And the soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods, and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings. Consciousness, indeed, is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality. It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves.

I said in Dorian Gray that the great sins of the world take place in the brain: but it is in the brain that everything takes place. We know now that we do not see with the eyes or hear with the ears. They are really channels for the transmission, adequate or inadequate, of sense impressions. It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.

Ruhun ac?s?n? ancak duyular al?r, nas?l ki duyular?n ac?s?n? alabilecek tek ?ey de ruhtur.

Still, I am conscious now that behind all this beauty, satisfying though it may be, there is some spirit hidden of which the painted forms and shapes are but modes of manifestation, and it is with this spirit that I desire to become in harmony. I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things.

Our weakest motives were those of whose nature we were conscious. It often happened that when we thought we were experimenting on others we were really experimenting on ourselves.

Harlem was home; was where we belonged; where we knew and were known in return; where we felt most alive; where, if need be, somebody had to take us in. Harlem defined us, claiming our consciousness and, I suspect, our unconsciousness. (Page 64)

At the moment the eyes of the body closed, the eyes of the mind were opened.

Lord Marshmoreton: I wish I could get you see my point of view. George Bevan: I do see your point of view. But dimly. You see, my own takes up such a lot of the foreground

Hol a saját (irodalmi) múltunk tudatos számbavétele? Egy nyugati könyvesboltban tényleg sírva lehet fakadni: Goethe elölrÅ'l, Goethe hátulról, férfival, kisgyerekkel, kecskével, hajnalban, Schillerrel, Thomas Mann-nal, futólag Kleisttel. Ahogy egy kultúra birtokba veszi önmagát...

Ultimately, the body is just a shell; it is the soul which defines the man or woman, god or goddess.

What you put out into the world returns to you, and that goes for thoughts, acts, and energy.

Katrina opened a window that allowed us to peer into the real America, but as soon as the disruptive event was over, that window closed, and the country's consciousness went back to its usual state of ignoring the fact that black people, especially low-income black people, are daily denied democracy and equality in this country.

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

Se calla cuando escucho, suena cuando me duermo.

Por qué me sigue el esqueleto? Y quién salió a vivir por mí cuando dormía o enfermaba?

In you is the illusion of each day.

You don't have to pay me to tell you this but this a dream born of depression. That's all it is. So what do I do? No idea. Stay awake. Good idea.

What shows up in our lives is a direct reflection of our inner thoughts and emotions.

But here's what physicists tell us. Things, in the quantum world, do not happen in steps. They happen immediately.

Scientists tell us that 98 percent of our 60,000 thoughts are repeats from the day before.

Man's chief delusion is his conviction that there are causes other than his own state of consciousness." —NEVILLE GODDARD, BARBADIAN AUTHOR AND MYSTIC